Overboard by Chip Dunham for February 25, 2017

Well of course not, Raymond. You should have been looking in the TREE catalog. It’s Hamburger Trees, not hamburger bush ! ! ! !

In Frederik Pohl’s novella, “The Gold at the Starbow’s End”, I vaguely recall that the crew of the starship USS Constitution (heading to Alpha Centauri) developed a bush that produced french fries and precooked, seasoned chicken legs that grew in the ship’s garden.

Try the spagetti squash.

I won’t stop until I find me a bacon plantation.

Good morning, Crew!

good morning, I still smile when I remember a lad at the farmer’s market who tossed a bruised apple to my dog, thinking he would play ball with it. My dog thoroughly enjoyed eating it instead, much to the young man’s surprise.

A couple of years ago, I stopped reading this strip because the infestation of talking animals became too much to take anymore. Thought I’d check back today to see if anything was different. Maybe I’ll check back in another couple of years, but probably not.

I seem to remember something about meatball trees.

Maybe you’re thinking about Beefsteak Tomatoes?

WAITING MAN, BYE! You will be missed! NOT IN THE LEAST!

Good evening Crew! And all the infestation of talking animals aboard the Revenge! :-D And how dare he insult my Girl Ellie!

Better safe than sorry, I suppose. Sorry, though, Louie.

Good Evening, Crew.

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains,There’s a land that’s fair and bright,Where the handouts grow on bushesAnd you sleep out every night.

Where the boxcars all are emptyAnd the sun shines every dayOn the birds and the beesAnd the cigarette treesThe lemonade springsWhere the bluebird singsIn the Big Rock Candy Mountains.