Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson for May 23, 1993
Calvin: Oh man, there goes the game! What a dumb sport. I hate baseball. What's the use of trying? Hobbes: I haven't started around the ba-ases yet! Calvin: Huh? Hobbes: La de da da! I'm walkinnngg! Oh look at the pretty flower! I think I'll stop and smell it! Calvin: Ooooooooooooh. Hobbes: Uh oh! My shoe's untied! Better have a seat and tie it! Calvin: Rrrrrrrrr. Hobbes: Now I'm hopping backwards! Look at me! I'm crawling! I'm a tiny little inchworm, moving an inch at a time! Inchy-squinchy! Inchy-squinchy! Calvin: Aaieee. Hobbes: Whoop! Too late! Home run! Mom: Stitches for Hobbes, bandages for you..how on earth did you do this to yourself? Calvin: Don't feel sorry for him! He-ow-deserved it!