Lions and tigers and cheetahs, oh my!
G. M. O. T. !
Doc sure loves his hot dogs . . .
G. M. O. T.!
Well, I imagine Alley has yet to meet Lincoln in person, if you know what I mean . . .
Looks like Alley and the gang are San Fransico-bound.
Cue “Open up that Golden Gate”!
So . . . a floppy disk, then?
You better not, Alley.
Still better than anything Rat has written.
GOOD MORNING OUT THERE!
Alley wants to dance.
Ooola wants nothing with him.
That went well, I think.
I apologize for no Haiku .
It just didn’t occur to me.
I’ll make it up for the Sunday strip.