Big Nate by Lincoln Peirce for May 14, 2006

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The Umpire's Signals You're safe! You're out! You got punk'd! Klonk! "Safe!" "Nice hit, Nick." "Thanks. It stung, though." "I feel like I"m holding a handful of bees." "Hey, I've got a good remedy for that!" "You've got to get the blood moving back into your hands! Do a few quick push-ups!" "Push-ups?" "There you go! That'll do the trick!" tag! "Yer out!" "...The key word being 'trick'!" "That stung."