He’s got the right idea! And in another 10 minutes the ladies on the porch will be all over him — figure it’ll take that long for them to get off their rockers (yeah, I wrote that on purpose) and make their way over to where he is.
Don’t answer! Don’t answer! Don’t answer!
A squirrel pocket would be a dumb idea on an article of clothing, which is why it doesn’t exist. It’s an equally dumb idea for a cartoon, which is why this one shouldn’t exist.
Reminds me of I Love Lucy, where Lucy once admitted to Ethel: “Anytime there’s a good present around, I tell Ricky it’s our anniversary.”
My mom made the driest hamburgers ever. Her recipe was simple: meat (ground beef from her butcher, extra lean — she hated fat). No eggs, no bread crumbs, no seasonings — except for a black powdered char-grill seasoning that I think McCormick used to make. She would sprinkle that on top of the burgers as they broiled. They tasted okay to us, but years later it was something we laughed over.
Seems to me that in the case of a kiddie contract — with no formal legal filing or copies made — ripping it up (or shredding or burning it, for extra security) would render it unenforceable.
Reminiscent of the opening of Chapter 31 of Douglas Adams’ The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.
I’m allergic to cats, but I’m fortunate enough to live in a universe which isn’t part of their cartoon universe. Highly unlikely I’ll be running into them.
“I’m breaking the contract, Katy. So sue me.”
And Adam’s reply would be, “Sure, son, of course. Now let’s have that talk about how life really works.”