Big Nate by Lincoln Peirce for December 11, 2000

Transcript:

"Okay, Dad, I've put the finishing touches on this year's Christmas list!" "You're not asking for a dog again, are you?" "Nope. You've killed that dream, Dad." "I know you won't get me a dog, so why even try? Why bang my head against a wall?" "So instead you're asking for a pig." "Just a small one! One of those pot-bellied jobs!"