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Tom the Dancing Bug - Monday December 31, 2018 Comic Strip Licensing and Permissions

Tom the Dancing Bug - Monday December 31, 2018 Comic Strip
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TOM THE DANCING BUG © Ruben Bolling. Reprinted with permission of ANDREWS MCMEEL SYNDICATION. All rights reserved.

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Tom the Dancing Bug's Super-Fun-Pak Comix Edited by Ruben Bolling Frankenstein's Castle Man #1: That building in the distance -- it's Frankenstein! Man #2: Actually, it's Frankenstein's CASTLE! Frankenstein is the name of the MONSTER! Monster: It true! ME Frankenstein! Emil The Bacterium Physicist Elim: The math works out. There must be more to the Universe that this pile of raccoon feces! Bacteria: But Emil, it is so unfathomably vast! What could be beyond it? Emil: Perhaps other kinds of raccoon feces that we cannot even conceive of. Bacteria: Wow. Doug: Into the Dougverse Doug: Hi, I'm Doug from an alternate universe! Doug: You don't seem different at all. Doug: Well, let's see... Doug: you like French toast? Doug: Sure. Doug: Well, I LOVE it! Doug: Ah! Doug: Hi, I adore French toast! CONT'D Classix Comix Not a substitute for reading the text or for classroom discussion of the text. The Old Testament I am all-powerful. Worship me. People OK. People: Actually, nah. What a bunch of jerks. Oh, well, I'll try again... SPLAT! Not A Pipe This is not a pipe. It is Frankenstein. Monster: Actually, it Frankenstein's PIPE! ME Frankenstein! Comics Appropriating and Abusing Intellectual Property Newly Lapsed Into The Public Domain on 1/1/19 "Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go while I fart." "Who farted?"