Brewster Rockit by Tim Rickard for October 22, 2018

Let them liberate Tweety.

Call The Librarian. He knows the language of the birds.

Maybe they can communicate with the TOTUS. Oh, wait, he’s probably no longer with us…

Okay, this strip has just gone to the birds. Tim’s been robin us of all the gull puns. What a cheep trick.

Send them abroad? (a broad)

Invite them over for Thanksgiving.

No real reason to make elaborate plans. Just wing it.

I’m no expert … but owl give it a try…

if you can sparrow me a moment…

“Liberate?” Isn’t that another word for “steal?”

Theft is a cardinal sin.

Just wing them up and tell them one day they’re going to have egrets about this plan, when….

Oh.

You’re right. The thrush of this argument is lost on birds from another planet….

The stork reality is, they don’t care about my poultry attempt to shame them…

They’ll do it, and crow about it.

At this point I’ll swallow my pride, and say from heron in,

I’ll leave it to the real bird brains among us.

Quick, find a large group of people with poor coordination, tie small mirrors, baubles, and doo-dads to their shirts, and have them dance around in a circle.

This calls for Space Cats!

Oh, who gives a hoot?

Haven’t they heard the phrase, “Free as a bird”?

It is going to be a big flap over nothing.

Disguise the KFC’s.

Bird humor?

Looks like author Rickard is just going to wing it this week.

Eat your heart out, Alfred Hitchcock!

My car is pretty clean at the moment, therefor I am afraid of their attack.

They’ll peck the perfect time to attack. When we’re rapt or otherwise distracted. They have a talon-t for this. Feather-more, they won’t fly from danger.

So just what would you say to them, Brewster? Invite them to dinner, perhaps?

They are cuckoo!