Submit the worst possible caption for this week's New Yorker cartoon. Click here for last week's results. Click here for an introduction and "rules" to this contest. Click here for amplification of those rules. Click here for contest index.
"You see, thanks to the dog, our fingerprints will not be on any of the small pieces of paper, so no one will be able to prove that it was we who buried the girl's lifeless body under small pieces of paper. In my office."
Results after the jump
Winner
"Yes, he's quite useful. Frankly, I haven't seen a dog bring in that much money since 'Superman Returns'." �TIm C
Finalists
"To succeed here, you have to work like a dog to bring in the cash. Oh look, here's my dog now. He's not bringing in cash though, just the take-out menus that he fetches from Chinese restaurants. It makes me a little nervous, truth be told, because I'm afraid they might capture and eat him. Is that racist?" �John Tabin
"Regretfully, I must now leave you to your fate. Goodbye, Mr. Bond." �Walt
