Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for May 25, 2024

My condolences, Curtis.

Curtis no longer even embraces his wife since she has become rather like a large, limp mass of over cooked greens.

No dessert for Curtis!

I thought rich women don’t really wear tiaras, but I could be mistaken.

You are what you eat.

The last time he did that, he spent the night in jail. (And therein lies a Veggie Tale… Tail?)

(¬_¬)

Yes Curtis, do embrace your vegetables. You’ll ruin your suit but make Gladys happy.

Eat your veggies, Curtis.

Some things simply cannot be rushed. For example, one has to work up to Tofurky™ gradually.

Eat them now, they will taste even worse tomorrow for breakfast.

Curtis: How come I never see you eat them….?

Good morning Balladeers!

Look like little Curtis never grew up…didn’t we, Curtis?!

Try some other verbs.

Perhaps other herbs might work better.

They saw Curtis walk by, and decided to in-vitamin for dinner.

curtis’d rather just veg…

Curtis is pouting because his brother is taking his wife’s side.

his brother is the butler…? ☺

Enid’s not kidding, Curtis. The blender’s on standby, set to purée.

Petey Otterloop — the later years…

He might get them all over his suit if he did that.

To Curtis, that sounds like “Hug your porcupine.”