Rip Haywire by Dan Thompson for May 31, 2015

Transcript:

Breezy: Rip! Rip! There's a mob forming outside! They say I murdered the judge! You've got to get me out of here! Tar is murder on naturally curly hair! Rip Haywire: Off the top of my head... an you eat through iron bars? Breezy: No! Rip Haywire: Rats. I'll have to come up with a plan B. Woman: Your plan is working, Jefe! The townspeople are furious at the redhead for "Murderering" the judge. It's a good thing that guard with the sharp chin and limp took her to our other jail in Dust Mesa. Man: Guard with the limp? You idiot! You're the only guard! Woman: Well, you're the one with an unguarded jail in Dust Mesa, señor Einstein! Voice: Look over there! The redheaded gringa who murdered the judge while locked in jail! Voice 2: No matter how outlandish it sounds! Get them! Breezy: Rip, we're trapped! Rip Haywire: I've got a Plan C! Breezy: Rip! Rip Haywire: I hope those wild lobos didn't order the homewrecker! Breezy: The wolves you called for help didn't come, Rip! And the bad guys are gaining on us! Rip Haywire: I'll get a refund from my wolf training class later, Run, Breezy!