Radish tacos. The worst kind.
Wallace better watch his language, before his mother washes out his mouth with radish soap (they do things just a bit different up Snug Harbor way).
What an amazing swear word.
Why would anyone want to leave Snug Harbor?
Mrs. Hawksley, always watching…
So Wallace was going to be walking and pulling the wagon with Spud in it? That must be where the hitching a ride part came in.
Another example of why I love this strip!
They seem to be taking a circuitous route via the UK, to judge from the side of the road on which Mrs. Hawksley appears to be driving.
I imagine by now that most of the people in Snug Harbor have Wallace’s mother on speed dial.
I’m with Spud, where’s that taco truck?
Pumpernickel! works for me- ‘radishes’ wasn’t quite strong enough.
April 15, 2016
October 17, 2017