Beagle in the City #300

Ethan: Well, we made it buddy.

Simon: We did?

Francis: Frashasha! (Plays drums)

Ethan: This is our 300th!

Simon: Oh boy! What’s a 300?

Ethan: We’ve been through a lot together…

Simon: Here’s a sniff back…I was saving that one…

Ethan: it was funny.

Francis: I’m buying you both a jokes book…

Beagle in the City #298

Francis: Heya wassup.
Ethan: man, I don’t know what was in the air today, but it was busy…
Simon: (sniffs air) some pizza, some bacon, some eggos,
Ethan: that’s what’s in the fridge…
Simon: Oh…
Francis: Sit down, fluff up, drink a beers…
Ethan: wait, what did y’all DO while I was gone???
Simon: …..
Francis: we napped, and we watched doctor who’s and simons threw up in the bed…and we played with the tennis ball…
Ethan: wait! Ahhh man…you want a popsicle?
Francis: I want purple!
Ethan: Not you,you’re fine…
Francis: (cough cough) oh no’s no’s no’s no’s..I gots the sick.
Simon: I don’t believe he’s ever been sick.
Ethan: Well, he’s never ate from the trash.

Francis Cash #23

Francis: Uh ohs, it’s time for some snackeroones. Hey pops, What about some ham-burglars
Ethan: You, you mean burgers?
Francis: Yeahs burglars
Ethan: (gets buns, singing)
Turkey, lobster, sweet potato pie.
Pancakes piled up ’till they reach the sky.
Francis: (singing) Wak wak wak wak wak wak wak wak wak wak wak wak wak wak wak wak
Ethan: bun down!
Francis: ….
Simon: ….
Ethan: Then patty, followed by ketchup, mustard, pickles, extra onions, lettuce, cheese, tomatoes, and bun, in that order!

Beagle in The City #293

Ethan: (steps in something…) what the?? Ugh…FRANCIS! Francis Cash! Get in here!
Francis: What did I do?
Ethan: Why did you not use your litter box? Oh my god, it’s everywhere…this is carpet man.
(Starts to clean it up.)
Wait, this isn’t sh$t this is olives…
Simon: Yeah, I wouldn’t eat those, they’re gross and disgusting.
Francis: Atleast he tries new tings.
Simon: the cheeses were good tho.
Ethan: man, I was saving these…

Francis Cash #12

Francis: So how was work?

Ethan: It was ok. Someone printed a poem and gave it to their girlfriend…

Francis: And they lived –

Ethan: They took a break.

Francis: Well your words don’t exactly inspire romance and dancing in the rain. Have you read your work?

Ethan: They didn’t read the poem just printed something.

Francis: Love of my life…I’ve written you …a paper filled with the alphabet…I give you Red Hands….

Ethan: Heck no, do not give that one to anyone ever…

Francis: I wrote you a poem….The Times …

Ethan: Swing and a miss !

Francis: (boxes the air) I’m gonna fluff you up!

Ethan: ….

Francis: Ahh romance. It’s a good thing you don’t get paid…now there’s no refund.