9 Chickweed Lane by Brooke McEldowney for August 28, 2004

Transcript:

"Sometimes I want to give you a piece of my mind!" "That's very kind of you, Butternut. And I want to give you peace of mind, too." "Not peace of mind, you booby. A piece of my mind!" "Oh...right. I get you. Well, let's see...I suppose I could upgrade my frontal lobe...or perhaps jazz up the left temporal area, if you don't mind sparing a bit of speech center..." "Your grandmother is lurking in the azaleas, but I'd steer clear if I were you. She has a mean swing, and that ukulele she got at the 1964 World's Fair leaves a bruise on the knees."