Petroleum ‘Pothetical #3
I doubt I’ll get commentary on yesterday’s or today’s strips done today, but I can at least not get any further behind by announcing last week’s Petroleum ‘Pothetical winner, and the new question for this week.
Last week asked “What else is in the code of the hills?”, that oft-cited guidebook to life that only the Pyes seem to own. And up from the soup of hilarity in which you answered that question comes the delicious Oyster Cracker of Victory:
1. Thou shalt not serve lemon wedges in moonshine.
2. Thou shalt not serve maraschino cherries in moonshine.
3. Thou shalt not serve green olives or celery sticks in moonshine. Produce in general upsets the balance of fine moonshine.
4. Kissing cousins is okay.
5. Kissing sisters is okay.
6. Kissing any relative or future relative is okay, as long as it’s not within a two-week window of your wedding day.
7. Never cut the funnies out of the paper until your relatives are done sleeping under them.
8. Underwear is no longer considered “clean” after the third consecutive day of wearing it.
Congratulations to Gold-Digging Nanny, whose thoroughness proved to be the deciding factor in this week’s triumph.
And, in an attempt to share some reflected glory (gold is shiny!), here’s this week’s question:
“What would The Kleebs be willing to pay as ransom for their kidnapped son?”
I’m working a bit ahead here; today’s strip reveals the beginning of a Wacky Kidnapping Plot. So, tell me: What do you think is the absolute maximum that the Kleebs would be willing to pay? Submit your answer as a comment to this post, and my favorite will receive $8 million worth of glory (actual value $0).
The Kleebs might be willing to sacrifice the most comprehensive college sweatshirt collection known to man.
Comment by TheCasey — May 7, 2008 @ 6:48 am
Like any good family of aristocrats, the Kleebs do not negotiate with terrorists, kidnappers, or poor people. “Faw-ther” Kleeb, being a sound if risky investor, copulated with with wife a second time, producing a backup heir. Younger, normal-chinned brother Fragilevant Kleeb arrives in time to steal back his brother, as well as Amanda’s heart.
Comment by Dave — May 7, 2008 @ 12:37 pm
See here, you unwashed hill folk! Release my son at once or I shall have my groundskeeper thrash you to within an inch of your miserable lives. Ransom? Don’t be absurd! As if I would let any of my money fall into your filthy hands…Wallet! Wallet, I say! You’re a farmer and doubtless used to this sort of lower-class behavior, YOU talk some sense into them!
Wallet?
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I say, the remainder of the guests appear to have departed.
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Now–now, wait a moment, sir! There’s no need for-UNHAND ME AT ONCE! This is a hand-made tuxedOW! SIR! This is MOST unseemly! You are obviously NO gentlemanTAKE YOUR HAND OUT OF MY POCKET AT ONCE! By the Great Harry, are there no policemen in this ridiculous backwater? There shall be a strong letter in the TIMES tomorrow!
Comment by Paul1963 — May 8, 2008 @ 11:09 am
Yay! Thank you, Greg!
Comment by Gold-Digging Nanny — May 8, 2008 @ 4:27 pm
Since the Pyes are starting out asking for $20,000 as of this post, I’m going to guess that Faw-ther Kleeb uses his well-honed bargaining skills to talk them down to $20 and a six-pack.
Comment by Kumquat — May 10, 2008 @ 6:09 pm