Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for July 12, 2009

Looks like they’ve been stacking for quite a while….

Whoa, he’s not gonna know what hit him.

Duck and cover!

Hmmm, I tend to do the same thing!!!

Joyce needs a pressure-relief valve, ASAP!!

Thar she blows.

I’m the same way, I like to think things through before talking things out.

“♫ …. And Bingo was his name-O!”

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If those are 24 carat gold claws, they’ll be relatively weak. Malleable, just like your henchkitties.

Hopper is blissfully unaware of what is about to transpire.

Double 0-49 always has a trick or two up her sleeve!

And he’s always so oblivious throughout.

Do you expect me to talk?

No, I expect you to nap!

James Hound thinks that the cat is in the bag, right up to the time when that evil cat sits a bowl of kibble on the table for a bet. The kibble has turkey gravy on it. Now we have a problem.

I think Agent 0049 is just about the funniest creation around! We must know it’s not Cleo playing the part because when GoldClaw throws down the gauntlet, no bazookas were brought to the table. Fun Friday!

A win (of any kind) is definitely a WIN! Bingo!

Poor mister Goldclaw must have been shaken. (But not stirred…)

Whoa…!!!! Thets sum SERYous STInK-EYe frum Joyse…!! Bettur RUN Forrest… RUN..!!!