Heathcliff tries to drum up business for the local tire shop.
Using his litterbox scoop, Heathcliff litters the street with bones from a bucket. On the sidewalk, a dogcatcher tells a passerby that Heathcliff is like a fisherman using chum. Apparently the dogcatcher believes that there are dogs hiding beneath the asphalt that will now burst to the surface to get the bones. So confident is he of this, that he has his fishing net ready.
Once again, the streets are dominated by members of the strange Yellow Shoe Society.
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