Big Nate by Lincoln Peirce for February 06, 2002

Transcript:

"Here, I brought in these cookies for our bake sale." "'kay. What kind are they?" "Beats me. I didn't make 'em, my dad did." "Well, taste one! We've got to label each item!" "Crunch!...crunch...crunch crunch" "You know what let's forget the whole thing." "! (sniff) Is that pepper?"