Meeting up with his pals (who I will henceforth refer to as Phil, the orange shirted one, and Stu, the hatted one, until they actually get names, if they ever get names) and a random brown dog (who is surely about to be jumped over by a quick brown fox), Bob discusses his current predicament and we find that while he's not alone in his suffering, he apparently was out of ideas for how to rectify the situation. Not so for Phil, who has decided that the best and easiest way to make some money (aside from getting a part-time job or something like that) is to go hunt some of the alligators that live in the swamp (even the dancin' gator from the last swamp story? Say it ain't so!) because there are apparently a lot of them and Phil and Stu know a guy who knows a guy who said that his cousin told him that his girlfriend said that her brother works maintenance for a company that's looking to buy some alligator meat for who knows what purpose. Hearing their plan, Bob immediately turns the offer down, but what with the state of the economy and all, how long will it be before he gives in?
Undeterred, Phil continues to make his case for going alligator hunting and Bob continues to bring up the fact that hunting those alligators would be considered poaching and poaching is illegal. (He might also want to point out that Phil needs to get his facts straight because in the previous strip he was talking about alligator meat and in this one he's talking about alligator hides, which I was always led to believe were two different things, one being food and the other being a source of handbags, cordage, wallets, and shoes.) He also brings up the fact that if they're caught, they could all go to jail and who would make the house payment and look for work then? As the three talk, a random raccoon (Secret Agent Sneaky, perhaps?) monitors them, watching for any signs of weakness from Bob, but he shouldn't fear, for with the Jack Elrod Ball on his shoulder, he won't give in to Phil and Stu (he might if the Jack Elrod Ball were to disappear, but so far that's not the case). You go, Bob! Here's a job application.
Meeting up with his pals (who I will henceforth refer to as Phil, the orange shirted one, and Stu, the hatted one, until they actually get names, if they ever get names) and a random brown dog (who is surely about to be jumped over by a quick brown fox), Bob discusses his current predicament and we find that while he's not alone in his suffering, he apparently was out of ideas for how to rectify the situation. Not so for Phil, who has decided that the best and easiest way to make some money (aside from getting a part-time job or something like that) is to go hunt some of the alligators that live in the swamp (even the dancin' gator from the last swamp story? Say it ain't so!) because there are apparently a lot of them and Phil and Stu know a guy who knows a guy who said that his cousin told him that his girlfriend said that her brother works maintenance for a company that's looking to buy some alligator meat for who knows what purpose. Hearing their plan, Bob immediately turns the offer down, but what with the state of the economy and all, how long will it be before he gives in?
Undeterred, Phil continues to make his case for going alligator hunting and Bob continues to bring up the fact that hunting those alligators would be considered poaching and poaching is illegal. (He might also want to point out that Phil needs to get his facts straight because in the previous strip he was talking about alligator meat and in this one he's talking about alligator hides, which I was always led to believe were two different things, one being food and the other being a source of handbags, cordage, wallets, and shoes.) He also brings up the fact that if they're caught, they could all go to jail and who would make the house payment and look for work then? As the three talk, a random raccoon (Secret Agent Sneaky, perhaps?) monitors them, watching for any signs of weakness from Bob, but he shouldn't fear, for with the Jack Elrod Ball on his shoulder, he won't give in to Phil and Stu (he might if the Jack Elrod Ball were to disappear, but so far that's not the case). You go, Bob! Here's a job application.
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