Wallace the Brave by Will Henry for January 18, 2022

Wallace: “Ok, MUD FIGHT!”

The seagull thinks things through more often than Wallace.

Cold, clam-my mud..

Spud, the voice of reason. Who’d have thought.

Hasn’t he heard of a CLAM RAKE!

What’s a cherry stone?

And smell the heavenly odor of rotting clams.

Might want to swing by the cafeteria and see if they have any tartar sauce.

Well, it’s going to be chilly sitting there all day in your underwear. At least bring some dry socks.

Well, hindsight’s still 20/20, at least.

She will appreciate the thought though, but probably not the smell though…..

No doubt the other kids long ago grew accustomed to the smell of Mr. Fischoedor.

A character who admits something!? Now that helps make this the exceptional comic strip it is—wow!

Wallace is starting to turn into what I thought Calvin would be like if he aged a few years and had human friends.

I hope Mrs. Macintosh has access to a fridge. (At least, I assume clams should be refrigerated for freshness… otherwise they probably start giving quite the stink…)

What’s a razor clam? Something the townsmen use to shave?

Of course. You should try it :)