In the fictive universe of JOHNSON FOLLIES, earthquakes hit the way hurricanes do in our universe. And with hilarious results!
Snoopy gets an idea bulb, but does he really need that ham transistor radio to tell him about the, uh, coming earthquake? Don't animals just know that shit anyway?
Greg's panic is funny, of course, because his mother did the same exact thing when a real earthquake in Los Angeles hit in 1971--and she ran screaming out into the street while her three boys cowered inside a shaking house ha ha. The terror was compounded by the fact that the radio did not inform anyone that it was going to happen. Fucking Obama.
Next Week: The Richter Rapture