Doonesbury by Garry Trudeau for February 09, 1995
Transcript:
Boopsie on phone: Hi, sweetness! Sam: Mommy! Boopsie: How are you, honey? Mommy misses you something fierce! Sam: Me too, Mambo! How's the trial going? Boopsie: Cursed child! You dare speak of the unspeakable? May ravens pluck out your impudent tongue! Sam: Uncle Hunk-Ra, could you put Mommy back on, please? Boopsie: What's that, sweetheart?