Good morning™, everyone!
We are up to noon on the next day now and Tiger Lilly is trying desperately to escape.
Apparently, Pouch lives in a motel? Well, maybe that’s his car. I didn’t think he seemed like the bus-riding type.
Is that some kind of police scanner? I’ve never seen one like that.
Good morning™, angry frustrated balloon vendors !
Looks like Pouch has one of them newfangled po-leece scanners mentioned down here yesterday. It must be that glow-in-the-dark fungus providing the light Tiger is working by. Once he shreds the rope it will be easy for him to bust out of there and if he can’t will give the Ty the surprise of his life when he next goes down there.
For those who were bored with the pace of the story…
Hopefully, Pouch’s angry client doesn’t know where he lives and Tiger Lilly can make good on his “escape plans” and flee unseen…
Maybe the “angry client” should visit Aquarius & Company…
Evidently, Pouch is not someone we would want to work for.
He expressed more concern over the death of Dollar Bill than he does Tili!
I was wondering if Pouch knew where Tiger was. All we saw Tiger say on-panel was “I know where the blue balloon is”, not give the address.
Car looks a little like a Peugeot 304 station wagon.
1-MEL T. FACE: The best thing about living in a motel is that you crank up the heat without having to worry about the utility bills! The worst thing is…
2-…trying to figure out how this damn thermostat works. SON OF A…
…so that I can get my Raspberry Beret. It’s kind of my trademark. I feel naked without it! Most folks think it’s these dots on my face that define me. Nope. It’s my beret. I remember when I got…
GUARD OUTSIDE THE DOOR: Will you shutup down there!
Editor’s Note: Yes, there’s a guard outside the locked door to the cellar. Prove me wrong! And no fair using logic. Tracy never does.
At 15¢ per balloon I would have thought Pouch’s car would be more junker looking.
What about the drunk who got arrested?. Here we go, another curve ball to elongate this soap
Are we sure that’s Pouch’s car?
Now who’s the DUI?
“Wherever Tiger is…I hope he rots”. Nice talk Pouch, considering that you were the one that sent him after Aquarius.
“Wouldn’t be good for either of us if he got caught”…Tiger Lily proved he ain’t no snitch. Count your blessings Pouch, you would not be in your pajamas, had the guy talked.
Unseen bubble over Tiger Lily’s head " I swear if I get out of this mess, I ain’t doing no more odd jobs. My life insurance policy don’t cover miscellaneous work conditions".
While Pouch lounges near high noon in his motel safehouse (where he is probably short-terming it to avoid his regular residence, less the disgruntled client come seeking his hide), Tiger Lilly struggles furiously to escape his root cellar bondage. Ironic, is it not?
It’s a cold world out there in Tracyville (and in Pouch’s heart), folks, much as it is here in Chicagoland….
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