cookies

A man with brown hair sits at a table negotiating a commodities deal with a small Girl Scout girl who holds a clipboard. He says he's prepared to deliver fourteen tons of coconut flakes on February 10th for 10 grand, paid on delivery, and worries aloud, "What if the Boy Scouts discover the recipe and drive the price down?" The little girl responds with hardened trader bravado: "Those peasants couldn't bake a Panimeer. If someone should come along with such a deal, I'd bake 7,000—or do I need to find a buyer with some f***ing balls?!" Caption beneath: "It was a mistake to let the Girl Scouts sell futures contracts." The joke is a tiny Girl Scout talking like a ruthless Wall Street futures trader. Votey: a roughly sketched, sad-eyed man's face with a speech bubble pleading, "Would you please just call me 'Dad'?"—implying the cutthroat trader girl won't even acknowledge her own father.