Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for January 09, 2018

We’ll hope that wasn’t a recently used plunger.

Finally, Arthur can get his sinuses cleared.

Happens whenever their stocks plunge…

He must have something caught in his throat!

Looking through Arthur’s oversize plate glass window,

you can take in an expansive view of the freshly blue-painted factory walls of the Plunger Company….

though Arthur, himself, usually sits facing in the opposite direction,

not wanting to be distracted from his own work at Smithers, McAndrews and Smithers, Accounting and Bathroom Accessory Imports,

by imagining the daily ins and outs in the manufacture of “plumbers friends.”

Imagine his surprise, then, to be summarily plunged, as it were…. smack dab in the kisser.

Plunged!

So swiftly and thoroughly that he failed to see or hear the perpetrator.

After due consideration, he concluded that the implement now … ahem… plunging him into darkness, by blocking out the office light….

must have been wielded by…. hah! …. someone from the Plunger Company!

You can’t put one past Arthur!

But… who?

And why?

Unfortunately Arthur has reached his thinking limit for the morning.

Time for a cup of coffee and some import-export accounting.

He’ll try again after lunch.

Arthur’s ability to breath through his ears is truly impressive.

I think that’s the best he’s ever looked.

At least he will longer have a blocked nose when the plunger is removed.

Good morning Mudd.

Take the Nestea plunger.

“And let that be a lesson to ya”!

Looks like he’s channeling his inner Pinocchio.

I’ll bet that’s not what Henry Fonda meant in On Golden Pond when he asks Hepburn if she’d like to suck face.

I’m thinking there’s a ninja with a plunger crossbow hiding just around the corner.

or he’s been attacked by a Dalek. :)