Pearls Before Swine by Stephan Pastis for December 01, 2016

And I’ll bet that Bob isn’t smart enough to go out the window.

“Fine, I’ll just have wild late night parties in my front yard.”

I deal with people like that by just saying “Well, keep telling yourself that… have fun at the next party. I sure will.” and then I just smile and walk away. Makes ’em paranoid

didn’t wanna bother calling the cops who are busy with real criminals, eh, Rat?

Go to your corner Neighbor Bob….oh wait.

Now get Bob to pay for it, Rat.

Bob tis time to sap cap rap tap bap, a fat Rat with a bat party :-)

I agree with Rat on this one.

Noise doesn’t bother me. I was in the service. If noise kept you awake, you didn’t sleep, ever!

i was a neighbor like that, and then my downstairs neighbor would play the 1812 overture with cannons. i was in love.

Rat, just join in on one of the parties and trash the place.

Rat’s only upset because he’s not invited.

I threatened a noisy neighbor with "I have show tunes and I know how to use them:. He asked me, “what’s show tunes?”.

Bob should be glad that Li’l Guard Duck was not involved.

There was a strip where Danny Donkey goes through town one night, bricking up the windows and doors in everyone’s houses. Compared to that, Rat is the soul of moderation.

And come to think of it, Neighbor Bob should be glad that Guard Duck hasn’t gotten involved yet.

An apt. building I lived in years ago had a couple stoners move in who would blast their stereo all night long while they were puffing away. Everyone in the building complained so much, the landlord had no choice but to evict them (I think it also helped that a few of us also talked about suing).

I had neighbors that did this once, despite the city regulations saying it is quiet time after 10pm (can do whatever you want but can’t get too loud) but it goes away at 6am…so at 6am I started my lawnmower, my snowblower and generator at the fence line near their house.

I had a reason too, I always run all my small engines every so often so they don’t just sit there for half the year.

Is that a “Time Out,” or a “Time In?”

I totally agree with Rat on this one.

The neighbor Bob, if it was up to me these inconsiderate people would be thrown in prison.

Love it!

Noisy neighbours have no respect for others. Those people should be culled.

xxx

The drug dealer downstairs made a lot of noise. Go ahead, be a drug dealer, but be quiet. When he parked on the wrong side of the street, I called the cops, and the multiple DEA agents who had been staking the place out came and kicked his door in. He didn’t get jail time, but her got evicted anyway. Why is Rat IN Bob’s house?

Sbischof…. Just saw and answered your late question on yesterday’s strip. LOL.

 

F Hellcat… Just in case you’re interested…

Or anybody who asked yesterday….

 

I also posted late on yesterday’s strip about an easy way to make line and paragraph breaks under the new formatting rules.

JP Steve posted about line breaks, too…. which are also called hard returns.

 

I wanted to read your story, Hellcat, but my eyes are weak, and physically just can’t follow a large, unbroken block of text.

One reason I write in short lines.

 

For those who don’t know…

You can always go back a day by using the little single arrow on top of the strip on the right.

Does Rat sound like the HAL 9000?

That should scare Neighbor Bob even more than the bricked-up back door. Party-boy Bob has no chance against the HAL-Rat!

Good to see that Stephan hopped on the Cask of Amontillado meme train.

Back in ‘67 I rented a house and found out too late that the people across the street had drunken parties and brawls every Friday and Saturday night. Cars parked everywhere. I talked to the landlady and she said that they’ve tried to get something done but couldn’t.

So I ran a gigantic speaker to the window that was directly across from them. Friday night I let them all congregate and before they could get drunk and argumentative, I put an album on the record player. Tennessee Ernie Ford and Sweet Hour of Prayer. Five minutes later the cars began leaving. And I waited. Saturday night…nothing. Waited for the next Friday……nothing. It was over. I cured in five minutes what that neighborhood couldn’t. A month later they moved! Oh, the power of prayer. Especially if Tennessee Ernie is singing it!