The Argyle Sweater by Scott Hilburn for October 16, 2016

They always blame it on the scape goats.

Maybe they weren’t pygmy, maybe they were e-scape goats.

Cabra con Dios…

It wasn’t the scape goats.

They’re driving away with the S-car goats.

Those pygmy goats took it on the “lamb”.

Yeah, I know it’s spelled lam; relax spell check freaks.

More of an Escape Goat, really.

At first they were butting heads over who to blame.

Calm down. The door may be open, but they still might be in there. They’re Pygmies. You have to look really, really closely!

They’ve gone native.

It was the pygmy ponies who liberated the pygmy goats. They’re all moving to Montana with a dental floss tycoon.

So. They’re two goats short. Or short two goats. Whatever, this is baaaaaaad… real baaaaaaaaaad.

They were last seen skipping towards the Far Side of the mountain.

Actually, it was the battering ram that sprung them

Love the strip and also all the very clever comments!

did you look under the rubbish?

Let’s head over to the Aviary and talk to the stool pigeons.

Easiest to carry for a Blood Sacrifice.

Mischievous little baaaastards.

Don’t that Beetal?

Look it up. It’s a breed of goats.

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The pun is on the English translation of the near-extinct Spanish Vaya con Dios, which has been shortened to Adios. English has a similar contraction of God by with you, shrinking to good bye.

did they escape to see their friends llama?

long time no see their friends…