Noise: KNOCK KNOCK
Man: Did you send for me?
Box reads: EXTERMINATOR
Sluggo: Yes, sir---Come in.
Man: What's your problem?
Sluggo is rot.
He’ll get to the bottom of it.
Now THAT was funny.
I feel this guy just terrifies the termites until they agree to go somewhere else.
A primal termite knocked on wood
and tasted it, and found it good
and that is why your cousin May
fell through the parlour floor today
“Great, now I have to call someone about the hole in my floor!”
Leave it to Ernie Bushmiller—the neatest messes you ever saw . .
How will the destitute Sluggo pay the exterminator?
Does he have a machine gun in that box??
“So I see. I’ll get right at it.”
Poor Sluggo! His unfortunate pronunciation has given the exterminator the wrong idea bout the toy mites he wanted to get rid of.
We need a crossover between old Nancy and old Bozo strips in which Sluggo starts smoking cigars.
The house should be condemned.
Sluggo ~ I’m good as long as I’m not over the weight limit.
And heavy adults.
Spike’s old man?