Marmaduke's civil rights activism was thwarted by what appears to be either a police officer or a yacht captain.

Marmaduke made a sign to trick sales-people into ringing the doorbell (which, according to an obscure state law, would give Marmaduke the full legal right to feast on their bones), but his plan appears to have backfired.

Marmaduke is about to commit a hate crime.

Marmaduke occasionally has trouble slowing down or stopping, much like an automobile that occasionally has trouble slowing down or stopping.

Marmaduke does not understand how restaurants work.

Marmaduke writer/artist Brad Anderson is recycling a joke from exactly four days ago. Either he has the short term memory of a mildly senile octogenarian who regularly uses mind-altering substances, or he is incredibly lazy and gives his readership no credit whatsoever.

Also, Owner-Lady has been listening to the Cure a lot lately.

Marmaduke and Owner-Boy prepare to spin their afternoon shenanigans to Owner-Lady. Owner-Boy indicates that the truly upsetting mischief didn't occur until after the authorities had intervened. Owner-Lady is still dressed in her "Ms. Frumpy 1974" Halloween costume from last night.

Marmaduke is chasing some dog catchers, and not the other way around. That little "pop" you just heard was your mind being TOTALLY FUCKING BLOWN.

Marmaduke's owner man mocks the great beast's home heating solution, failing to consider that installing fiberglass insulation in a doghouse is infinitely less practical or sensible than just moving the doghouse someplace warmer. Chances are Owner Man is just upset that he doesn't get to park his car in the garage anymore.

Marmaduke will be damned if he's going to let his owner-family enjoy a worry-free vacation.