Big Nate by Lincoln Peirce for December 30, 1997

Transcript:

Nate: If you get a three, a four, a six, an eight, a nine or an eleven, you'll land on my hotels! You're dead meat! Aaaarrgh!... Francis: Twelve! A-one...a-two...a-three...a-four...a-five...a-six...a-seven...a-eight... Nate: YOU DON'T HAVE TO COUNT OFF EVERY SINGLE SPACE! Francis: A-niiiiiiiine...