Big Nate by Lincoln Peirce for July 31, 2005
Transcript:
"Now THIS is what I call the perfect summer evening!" "A bed of hot coals..." "A bag of marshmallows!..." "A box of graham crackers!..." "...and a bar of chocolate!" "Hello, S'MORES!" "Does it get any better than this?" STRUMM! "Who's up for a sing-along?" "Not only does it not get any better, it's about to get a lot worse."
they do the coals by themselves?