Daffy Duck's Quackbusters Page #5

Spooks spooked, goblins gobbled,

UFOs KO'd, aliens alienated...

...vampires evaporated

and monsters remonstrated.

Just call 555-5925.

Remember, that's the same

as dialing 555-KWAK.

A masterpiece.

Even better the 47th time you see it.

But too bad the rabbit

had to overact so much.

Just being a pussycat

is a constant hazard.

Whew.

They still haven't perfected flying.

I thought I saw a pussycat.

I'd better hide

or that bad old pussycat gonna get me.

No use hiding, bird.

I know you're around here somewhere.

You bad old pussycat.

Open up. Open up, I say.

Open this door or I'll knock it down.

I'll jump. I've got a choice? Ahh!

Fly! Fly faster!

Fly harder! Fly! Fly!

He's a killer! Help! Save me!

Ahh! Ahh!

Save me! He's a killer! Help!

Ha! I gotcha.

And just to make sure you don't get out

and that goon don't get in...

...I'm locking the door

and tossing the key out the window.

There.

And now, for that Tweety sandwich

I've been dreaming of.

Stop squirming.

I can't stand a sore loser.

Now for a little seasoning.

There's cloves...

...Tabasco sauce...

...mustard.

What? No ketchup?

Well, I guess I'll just have to eat you

without ketch...

Help! Open the door!

Help! I'm locked in with a killer!

Ahh! Help! Help! Ahh! Ahh!

Help!

Help! Save me! Ahh! Ahh!

Save me! He's a killer! Help!

Sylvester.

Most outrageous exhibition

of wanton cowardice.

Tsk, tsk, tsk. Shameful.

Yeah, shameful.

Sylvester, now, where have you been?

What's gotten into you?

He's a complete basket case.

One word.

Rhinoceros?

Quasimodo?

Monster.

Why, that's just a little old canary bird

fluttering in the breeze.

You yellow dog of a cowardly Sylvester,

you.

Now, Sylvester, come on off of there.

Yes, yes?

- Hmm. Yes.

- You ought to be declawed...

...you silly ninny, you.

Okay, that's it. You're done. Fired.

Pink-slipped without pay.

How's about you and your darling pet...

...taking a little excursion...

...to the resort town of Dry Gulch.

There's something screwy

going on down there.

Terror in the tumbleweeds,

that sort of thing.

Never fear.

My eagle eye will be ever alert

to anything out of the ordinar... Ordinar...

To anything unusual.

Gosh, Sylvester, isn't it wonderful?

An all-expense-paid vacation.

Hey, easy on the expenses, Jack.

And take that panicky feline with you.

Come along now,

you pusillanimous pussycat, you.

Well, Sylvester, here we are.

Dry Gulch, our first assignment.

Golly, I've always wanted to be...

Go out West.

Haven't you, Sylvester?

It's so quaint and picturesque.

I don't think

we're ever going to find any gho...

Poltergeists out here.

Dry Gulch Hotel. How opportune.

I hope they're not full up.

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