Brewster Rockit by Tim Rickard for October 31, 2019

There are rich possibilities here. The planet of the Mouse People. The Moose People. The … uh … uh … Help me out here, people!

“If that doesn’t work, let me know if you need any antibodies.”

It would also help if you didn’t keep biting the heads off the male soldiers.

If the sergeant dies, his shroud will be a cocoon.

“We need to stop having these mid-battle discussion.”

All they need are a few bug zappers, then Sirius personnel can have a barbeque and drinks.

I don’t trust him. I think he is a MOTHer faker.

Aaaand RIMSHOT!

“Here, shine this bright light in his face.”

Sergeant Moth is about to be mothballed.

Alpha Centuri Bee?

Since when did Stephan Pastis start writing for Brewster Rockit?

First he ate his uniform, then he got shot. I’d say Sergeant Moth is the Insectoid equivalent of Ensign Kenny.

uh, don’t ask, don’t tell?

“Now, listen up, soldiers. I’m sending you on a special raid…”

“RAID!?”

The defense against these creature is simple, just put out a big candle.

I still say those are bats, not bugs. Just ask Calvin!

((Groan!))

Ugh! Bad puns go to Pearls!

But NO tongue!

Doh!!!