Big Nate by Lincoln Peirce for March 10, 2001
March 09, 2001
March 11, 2001
Transcript:
SWISH SWISH SWISH SWISH SWISH PANT PANT PANT PANT PANT PANT PANT PANT PANT PANT NATE: AAARGH! NATE: (thought) Nothing disrupts the magic of a "snow angel moment" like a warm blast of dog breath.
Imagine Spitsy in your face at three o’clock in the morning and you just waking up.