Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for January 09, 2005
January 08, 2005
January 10, 2005
Transcript:
Boomer: I call to order the monthly catapult-all-cats-into-the-sun meeting. Hudson, please read us the total number of cats we've catapulted into the sun so far. Hudson: Um...carry the one...minus ten. Boomer: "Minus Ten"? It can't be a negative number! Hudson: Hey, I'm a dog, not a mathematician! Boomer: All right, Gus, what materials have you procured for the contruction? Gus: I got this ball of string. Boomer: We can't build a catapult with string! Gus: Hey, I'm a dog, not an engineer! Boomer: Sigh...okay, Poncho, you're in charge of getting the cats into the catapult. You need to sniff them out with your nose, then bark menacingly to round them up. Poncho: Hey, I'm a dog, not a...uh...you wanna trade jobs? Hudson: You konw my policy on sharing my pencil.
