Big Nate by Lincoln Peirce for April 30, 1995
Nate: HEY there, sweet cakes! Jenny: Groan. Nate: Well, Jenny, here we are at the big dance, and it looks like fate is bringing us together! nate: See? Everybody is dancing except US! Clearly, it's destiny that you and I pair up! Why fight it? Nate: Haven't you held out long enough, Jenny? Isn't it time to hop on board the "Nate Express"? Nate: Come on, Honeybunch! You can't resist me! I'm smooth, I'm funny, I'm devastatingly handsome! Jenny: Your breath smells like grape soda. Nate: Some people really know how to spoil a mood! Francis: You've got Cheez doodles in your teeth.