Doonesbury by Garry Trudeau for April 11, 2011
April 10, 2011
April 12, 2011
Transcript:
Zonker: Incredible! It still fits! Sam: Wow... how'd you get an invite to the royal wedding, Z? Zonker: My birthright, Sam! Well, not MY birthright, exactly. It belonged to the destitute lord who sold me his title. Sam: Can I go? Zonker: I don't know why not. Got anything to wear? Sam: Sure, if I use tennis balls, Mom's dresses fit me perfectly! Zonker: Boy, could THAT go bad. Sam: I'll be careful. When do we leave?
Wait… -Zonker- is being the voice of reason and caution? These must surely be the end times.
Or maybe it’s just the wig…