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There's a story behind this strip.

The last panel has undergone several revisions.
There was some discussion about how far the anthropomorphising of Adolf should go. At one point, it went much further than the final version seen today. Adolf was originally conceived as just a bunny, but he has gradually evolved, acquiring human traits as he and the strip have developed. Is there a line that cannot be crossed? Today's strip gets close to whatever line there might be.

In any case, Adolf aka Fluffykins is getting more and more human.

Cookie.

One tough cookie. Before dessert, try my world famous knuckle sandwich.

Sound the All Clear.

Now, let's talk about the gratuity.

Tiger, tiger burning bright.

More like separated from her cub.
Just don't poke her with a stick.

She can always spit in the soup, you know.

Kiss my grits.

Do you want efficient, or do you want cheerful?

You can't have both.
Polly Holliday is her hero.

Ixnay on the Imsay.

By some amazing and entirely unpremeditated coincidence...

He looks and sounds exactly like Abraham Simpson.

Kick the can.

You had your own spit?

We used to dream of having our own spit. We had to share our spit with the neighbors.

Boogertube.

You might have to get Dave Barry's permission.

And if some of them look like Hitler, you will have a runaway hit.

Stutz to you, too.

The sunscreen people would be put out of business.

Is that Jay Leno?

So sue me.

Or for the same reason that Apple was sued by Apple Corp.

The Beatles owned the trademark on the whole apple.
And Sosumi is the Apple chime, even though Apple promised never to make music.

Are you ready for Freddie?

Next thing you'll tell me is that zombies don't eat brains.

And cents aren't red.
"Are you ready for Freddie," of course, was the phrase that Al Capp used to tease the readers of Li'l Abner for several weeks. It appeared everywhere in the strip, raising the curiosity of all the strip's characters, and the readers, until it was revealed that it was an advertising catch phrase for a funeral director.

Outer limits.

Spaced out, as we suspected.

Stretches from the inner mind to the outer limits.
Cosmic.

Mockingbird Lane.

With Barney, they sarcastically ask if they can hatch his head.

How much for a dozen mockingbird eggs?

Take the mind inwards.

I keep reading inwards as in wards, which is where Duane belongs.

It's not fair to use foreign languages.

Lord Kelvinator.

He also invented the Henway.

What's a Henway, you ask?

About three pounds.

Volunteer in Service to America.

If he feels so strongly about it, Dabney could volunteer.

Altruism at its finest.
But that would mean laying off Mel Gibson, Charlie Sheen and Lindsay Lohan.

The Elvis Efect

Because Rock'n'Roll can only be sung in dialect.

Blues is infectious. Like an Irish brogue.

Joan Bigboote.

The famous sliding scale of clothing sizes.

And one of them has ever asked, "Does this make my butt look big?"

Quick as a Flash.

Just how much is an appropriate tip for a deity?

Hermes or Mercury. After being fired by Ford, he has been falling back on his messenger skills.

Let's call the whole thing off.

The art of lies. The lies of art.

Lyricists are his nemesis.

Da Day.

No, Dum-Dum was the British arsenal in India, for which the bullet was named.

It's da day of the invasion.

One man band.

Add cymbals and you can busk for a living.

The timer gives the beat, and the cymbals add percussion.
Ah, the Classics. There's no joke like an old joke.

Arsenic and Old Lace.

Remember how happy Mortimer was to discover that he was a son of a sea cook?

You can always be sure who the mother is. Until Montel and Maury, you weren't always sure of the father.

Hans and Fritz Katzenjammer.

And Mama are missing.

I still say Little Iodine should be there, too.

Slap-happy.

Duane runs the risk that Tiffie will render him punch drunk.

Fat is just how he rolls.
And when it rains, he rolls with the ponchos.
Hey, Cisco!

Tuxedo Junction.

That's also why men's formal wear is called a monkey suit.

Clarence Darrow would have appreciated that information, if it were true.

And all the monkeys aren't in a zoo.

Well I'll be a monkey's uncle.

So much for Darwin.
Monkeys are the quasiest people.

Diamonds are a girl's best friend.

It's something about which Lucretia should know -- inflation.

Of course, she is on the diamond standard.
W.I.N.

That's all, folks.

Because a talking pig is totally realistic.

Anthropomorphism strikes again.
I also worry that the plural of hoof is hooves, but the plural of roof is roofs.

KAPOW!

WHAM! SHAZAM!

Those are the sounds of Disney hitting B&C with a cease and desist order.

Got gas?

Technically, that isn't etymology. That's phraseology.

But I guess Barney can be forgiven for not being a linguist.
She should have asked where the expression, "Now we're cooking with flatulence!" came from.