Dear God Page #10

I'll see you at work.

You missed my speech.

Way to go. I gotta see my buddy,|the Postmaster General.

It was a piece of cake.|I think I might go to law school.

The verdict is in. Not guilty.

You didn't even write|a Dear God letter!

Mr Turner, if you don't come out here|and wave, there'll be a riot.

By the way, you won the bet.|Steep odds.

- You bet the bailiff on the verdict?|- Just a silly side bet.

There's Joey.

- Hi, Mom.|- There's my mom.

Where?

He's got a girl with him.

- Really?|- Yeah.

Close your eyes.

Take a chance, Tom.

See?

the effects of the God Squad linger

and, hopefully, even longer.

Herman Dooly got his old route back

which had cost him his job.

Hi, everybody, I'm back.|I got my route back. I'm back.

- Mr Roscoe, how are you?|- Herman, how are you doing?

Good to see you.|Merry Christmas. Take care.

Have a happy New Year.

Hi, Mrs Cooper.|Hi, Dee-Dee! How are you?

- Welcome back.|- Good to see you.

Stay calm, Mr Dooly.

Hi, Wallace.

I'm sorry that I bit you in the knee.

I was just under a lot of pressure|at the time.

It seemed like the thing to do.

You were barking, too.|So it was kind of...

I don't want to|lay no blame or nothing.

Anyway, I'm sorry.

See you around, pal.

Happy holidays, Wallace!

Mrs Morgan,|got those cookies with the raisins?

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