Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for February 16, 2009
Transcript:
Poncho: No, Orlando! I will not give up my master! Not even for your millions of dollars! Orlando: Okay, okay. But would you give up... Your plank of wood? Poncho: Gasp! You're... You're the Devil! They always say the Devil assumes a pleasing form. I just didn't know it'd be this pleasing!
cleokaya over 15 years ago
bleeep you Orlando, bleeep you. You have it all, a mansion, a servant, a limo, a sculpted bust of yourself, and best of all…no master. Now you want to take plankie away from your bro. Shame, I say shame on you, you heartless son of a bitch. There is room for two dogs in one house. Granted, you are both a little intense, but how many masters build their dog their very own fire hydrant out of snow.
margueritem over 15 years ago
Those who feared that Orlando would turn out to be evil seem to be correct.
CaptainColorado over 15 years ago
I knew it!
alondra over 15 years ago
So Poncho, the devil looks like you! LOL!
Now bop Orlando over the head with Plankie and run home to Chazz, Carmen, the cats, and all your buddies down to the Pooch Cafe.
McGehee over 15 years ago
Yup. I think deep down we all knew Orlando was after the plank.
gigabyte03 over 15 years ago
And there it is good friends…. the truth will out!
How many wealthy men have from their ivory towers looked down, and looking down, have cried “Oh for a simple hut and an honest wife, for a “faithful hound to follow me on meandering country walks,”? Aye for that, for all of that!”
Orlando is indeed one of those who, tightly bound in the suffocating mummy wrap of oppressive wealth comes to find that the simple things, the honest, the lovely, the pure, the sacred things in life, (which no silver coin may buy) are sadly not his to have and hold.
And after all is said and done dear ones, can we now not see that great value of a life simply lived?
Hence does Poncho have the true wealth, the beam of golden mean, the plank of the paradise.
There is no doubt that of all the things in this dear world, to loose, sweet Plankie’s loss, in exchange for empty halls echoing hollow whispers of frustrated ghosts and specters of sorrow, would be a tragedy calling for the end of life itself.
GASP! you say dear Poncho? Gasp is my refrain as well…. for no wonderment, no prize, no treasure is worth so very great a loss of that which once o’er your wee head did keep you safe in dreams of happiness and childhoods’s pure and burbling joy.
Surrender nothing Pocho, surrender nothing I say!
danthemanb over 15 years ago
someone saw this coming to…
carmy over 15 years ago
Orlando is a bad, bad doggie. Don’t give him anything Poncho!
Trademark over 15 years ago
does anyone else notice you can see Poncho’s pupils in panel 2 and 3.
cleopv154 over 15 years ago
that was his plan ALL along, get him and plankie all alone and butter him up with all his fancy rich mess and no master’s love then…. BAM!!! ask for plankie, I agree with u poncho he is pure Evil an evil genius to be exact!!!!!