Loose Parts by Dave Blazek for April 03, 2023

You two just stay away from the mail slot.

She’s so caught up in her “I told you so” moment that she’s not even freaking out about the fact that they’re about to be eaten alive

Tongues are wagging.

Where are the kids?

Quick, grab the machete!

Nothing a pair of scissors can’t fix.

Does he sound like Joey Bishop?

The ants just wanted tolerant communication…

But now the anteaters are speaking in tongues.

Tie a knot in it!

They need to fit an automatic wasabi applicator above the slot.

It’s a job for the duct tape, once again.

ZOT!!!!!

Uncle eaters are the worst.

It’s touch and go with this one!

Invite some fire ants over.

“Fetch me a mallet and the wire hoops from that croquet set we never used. I have an idea. "

Where’s the cleaver?

Hey – you’re a cartoon, remember? Put a lit stick of dynamite onto the tongue and wait for the anteater to withdraws it.

“You’re doing it, again. I said ‘aardvarks’ wouldn’t be a problem. Why don’t you ever listen?”

Sure. I said the same thing to my wife when serial killers moved in near us.

You’ve got mail!

The husband failed to anticipate that scenario.

They have 8 children, making them 10 ants tenants.

Hot sauce on mail slot. Problem solved.

“I know! Let’s give that sucker a lisp!”

It’s just the buildings central vacuum system.

Creepy neighbors gettin’ in to your business. Warning – Boomer reference warning – And if he talks like Joey Bishop… another bad sign.

Now, Maude, where’s that stapler?

Tie a knot in his tongue, and shut the mail slot.

Step on it!!

A little cayenne pepper would discourage that behavior.

Where’s the Tabasco sauce?