If you’re wondering what else coffee could be blamed for, here’s your answer: Juvenile Delinquency. Interesting to note how Mr. Coffee Nerves’ jetpack is capable of writing letters less than a foot high. That takes precision control.

Things must be pretty good in Postumville if the apprehension of two kids represents a 12% increase.

 

 

 
 

Anyway: Mom’s a wreck, as usual; probably hungover and jittery from too much bean, or plagued with those awful headaches you get when you don’t have enough coffee. Whatever the reason, she’s cast out son Tom for excess racket, and we all know what happens when kids are told to stop banging on things with a hammer: they pick up a zip gun or a switchblade and terrorize the kindly old man who runs the corner drug store.