Luann by Greg Evans for July 12, 1992
luann: dear diary: the weirdest thing happened today... luann: my clothes where taken hostage luann: dad? what're you doing? dad: well, i'll tell you, luann. i am tired of seeing your clothes thrown all over your room and i'm tired of telling you to pick them up. dad: so here's the deal: each time i see clothes on your floor, i'm putting them in this box. the box will be in my room. if you need something from the box, it will cost you 50 cents per item. luann: mom, which would you rather give me: $200 or your clothes?