Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson for December 08, 1985
Narrator: Our hero, the baliant Spaceman Spiff, is marooned on a strange world... Calvin: I'll set my neutralizer on "deep fat fry." Miss Wormwood: Calvin! You're not paying attention! Narrator: ...We join Spaceman Spiff on the distant planet Zorg... Monster: Fronk! Argh! Calvin: Zounds! Narrator: Trapped by a hideous Graknil, Spiff draws his trusty atomic napalm neutralizer! Clavin: Chen electric death snarling cur! Narrator: But the weapon is useless! Spiff is doomed!! Our hero makes a bread and ducks into a nearby cave! Calvin: Weeooo! What's that awful smell? Man: Who was that? Man: Beats me Fred.