Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for December 21, 2023

That’s the way I like it.

Free Snoopy!

(we may have to change the name of the Teresa Defense League to the Snoopy Defense League)

I’m cool to being the toast of the town.

I’m not the little boy who lives in the lame for nothing.

I order extra, we everything for more money in a fast lane.

Love your collage, T. It could be a vinyl record cover.

I think she’s speaking in code, with the meaning that her original interest, never all that marked to begin with, is waning.

What’s a “Tnstrument” and how do you pronounce it?

Normally, Cheesy Bread for the Win, but today the chili turned chilly.

your tact is that of a dull scalpel

If you give someone chili cheese toast, you may be taking your revenge for something they did to you. And revenge is a dish best served cold.

Whatever became of creamed beef on Melba Toast? (with a side of kale?)

beef on wreck

Looks like those nails are the surgical instruments….scratching size!

Warming up the chili cheese toast doesn’t guarantee it won’t melt all over the micro…I hate when that happens! Wonder how they do it to perfection at the Froglandia Bath Mat Factory’s café? Maybe I’ll just go there and save myself the trouble of cleaning my micro! CIAO!

A xenoceratops — recently discovered in Canada!! — thought he heard his name called …but then realised he doesn’t have one, so he slunk back into the shadows — or into the ground!!

I stopped eating avocado toast, can I afford a house yet?

I was admiring this artwork and… dang it, my chili-cheese toast IS cold.

Rats. My chili cheese toast is toast thanks to you.

The Sqeelinquk quad-dimensional anthropologist attempted to download Deirdre’s memories for studybut the connection was scrambled, so it decided to transport her up for some interspecies diddling.

And so that’s what I did. I plotted, and I planned. I gathered the pieces I would need for my masterpiece. It wasn’t difficult. I started with a crate for the sleigh body. I flattened out some paper clips to make runners. The front portion was from a wooden spool. It took a couple of days, but I finally had all the pieces. Dr. Buttchin was able to outfit me with the Pym tech, plus psycho-kinetic abilities and an talent for visualizing and constructing in 3D. I didn’t even need tools. It was a pretty sweet project, all told. Once I had all the pieces shaped and sized, I packed them up and smuggled them into Day Care, to be assembled, painted, glittered and finished. There was even a little snowman Santa, and a big sack labelled “TOYS”, to put in the sleigh bed.

That’s what the microwave is for.

I’m not reading this, so I’m good. Who’s your little green buddy? And I’ve heard of eyes in the back of your head, but never the back of your hand. Is that so you can check your makeup?

I’m sure it’s true, for some version of me, but I don’t have any chili cheese toast in this timeline.

I have built me an exquisite corpse of cold chili-cheese toast, yet still I grieve.

Dang! I was really looking forward to some chili cheese toast.

I will not tolerate cold chili cheese toast! If you are trying to force me to stop reading this comic, I will not tolerate that, either.

Clearly a negotiated compromise is required here. We can get together after I’ve had my warm chili cheese toast and hot coffee….

My stomach is not armoured against Hormel® being Wolfed®. I definitely have a chili response to cheesy remarks.