Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for September 05, 2008

I’ve always wanted a fish hat.

My mother is a fish.

It put Cleo right to sleep. Lucky Cleo. I do envy her.

I support his right to be a certifiable nut.

Claude – the phlegm-flan man.

Marg and Grover, your comments have been read at last by an appreciative audience! It is a good thing Uncle Ted was not into saving the whales, at least then. A life-size Bluegill is one thing, an Orca is another!

Now Claude will get to eat Clara’s share of the flan. There may be phlegm as well, depending on the health of the server.

Howdy, all!

Elsie and Neal have invited us to their house, today, to post our comments on

the Wednesday, Sept 5th  2018 “CLEO and COMPANY”

Which, if you dare, you can read on Sherpa, to be ready…

http://www.comicssherpa.com/site/feature?uc_comic=cscwy

Now, normally, I wouldn’t put a proviso such as “if you dare” into my invitation….

but I have to say that this is one Cleo strip to which I don’t like to send the over-imaginative and/or gastrically sensitive.

It’s only words….. but I, myself, tend to be in the weak stomached crowd…

so I prefer to err towards caution.

Be forewarned!

Any way…. it looks like Elsie and Neal are still having Tuesday night dinner.

It’s rather late, but it’s possible that a wee kitchen contretemps arose,

or perhaps Neal, too, has joined the Ballard Street Out and About Pouters, and was out and about….

in either case, the question of seating Uncle Ted avec chapeau de poisson may have delayed the meal.

(I hope Ted doesn’t speak any French.)

All day Wednesday, we’re having little sandwiches and coffee or tea, courtesy of Elsie….

and cookies from both me and Montana Lady.

Thanks for volunteering, ML!

If Ted is there, and wearing a fish hat, please don’t stare!

I think it’s OK to politely ask about the fish, ie, “is that a bluegill?” or “what sort of fish is that?”….

and feign interest in what may be a long reply….

but I do hope you won’t ask him why the heck he’s got one on his head.

Hey Claude, I want to eat one of those white, kind of sausage-shaped wrap things with some brown stuff slopped over it and some more of that kind of chunky brown stuff and some things that remind me of maggots wrapped up inside of it. Hee Hee!

I’m surprised that Claude didn’t get Clara and Cleo’s phlegm for supper. He might not have even noticed the difference. I guess Sherpa won’t be moved until 2019 at the earliest. Maybe if we’re lucky, they’ll do something by 2086.

Jeff Dunham: “How do you spell your name?”

Achmed the Dead Terrorist: A .. C .. PHLEGM

laughter SILENCE! I keel you!

Haha, I found the difference!!! colour of the cloth and it’s not even a puzzle~~~~or is it?!!!

Well, Susan did warn us about the delicate nature of today’s ‘toon. Bad thing is, I haven’t had breakfast yet and I read it anyway! You can bet it won’t be Huevos Rancheros!

Claude is a phlegm-flan man.

Is Claude’s alternate spelling of the crucial word in panel four meant to indicate a different pronunciation?