I’m assuming that’s what that is. Regardless, run Pirate!
No, I’m not talking about short people, I’m talking about the tiny people beneath your bed plotting to overthrow the rest of the tall world. Pirate is our first line of defense.
There’s one thing you can say about oranges: they’re not apples. Ergo: Pirate doesn’t like them.
Pirate wishes you all a happy Thanksgiving! Just make sure you cook your turkey properly!
Alien attack! Run away, Pirate! But why do the aliens want her?
Sometimes you don’t need an audience to start singing.
It’s best to deal with cold by not dealing with cold.
Pirate has finally noticed her small guest in some of her comics. What is it? Why is it here? Is it edible?
She’s communing with the flowers.
Everyone has them. Pirate especially. But was she the culprit or the victim…?