The Argyle Sweater by Scott Hilburn for January 09, 2020

Better call in Sheriff Bart and The Waco Kid.

If it’s a tunnel, Wile E. Coyote has infested your house.

If it’s a really clever paint job, look for the Road Runner.

Mr. Phillips had refused to sell his property for the construction of High Speed Rail.

That exterminator is good. He must have a trained eye.

They let us live in the front of the house

They let us live in the back

But there ain’t no livin’ in the middle of the house

‘Cause that’s the railroad track

When a bill collector comes to the house

He knocks and bangs on the door

So we sit him right down in the middle of the house

And he never comes back no more

The railroad comes through the middle of the house

The railroad comes through the middle of the house

It comes and goes through the middle of the house

And the trains are all on time

Here comes the five-o-nine

a mouse that size, they better make tracks…

Looks like you got the Reading Railroad line!

Might be the tunnel of love.

It’s either a roadrunner, a coyote, or Chuck Jones.

Oh boy, this is great. :-D This kind of humor is why I subscribed to Argyle Sweater, the Far Side kind of humor. Recently I was sad not seeing anything like this, but at last!

I guess he’s never seen trained mice.

If you try chasing any roadrunners down that thing, you’ll regret it.

It’s funny, I’ve never noticed this before.

Whatever your station in life, you should be content with it.

An infestation or rail-riding hobos…

It looks like Mr. Phillips has been railroaded.

he may have a coyote/roadrunner infestation

Looks to me they’re mining for something in that thar tunnel….

Interesting events en train.

Code says you should have a crossing light and drop gate.

“Sir, you may have junkies. I can usually tell by their tracks.”

Make tracks and get out of there.

Seriously large mouse-tracks.

Giant Fraggles?

Another masterpiece by the Duke of Cartoons: Mr. Hilburn. Kudos and yet again you earned my daily “Gold Star” for best cartoon!

Get ready son. We’re going to catch the giant mouse. But father!!.

It’s been this way ever since we hosted the Monopoly tournament.

The exterminator will track down the problem.

got to hand it to them, though, whoever it is, they do good work.

Most honorable ninja leave no tracks.

When I was a kid this was one of my favourite songs:“The railroad runs through the middle of the house”

Whatever it is, just follow its tracks. They might not find it, though, because they all have tunnel vision.

“Pardon me Roy, is that the mouse who chewed your new shoes…?”