And it appears as though he is pulling a Benjamin Button… Aging in reverse…  Rusty looks to be about 8 years old, where in other shots he is bordering on puberty…  but no matter, let’s count the inconsistencies:  (1) Rusty was abandoned by his clan for close to three months and now “appears” out of nowhere as if nothing was strange or amiss; (2) Rusty claims to have a friend…  a friend with a lending library, and we know that Rusty has no friends; (3) Eggs sunny-side-up are no longer allowed based on USDA/FHA/CFPB/DOE/DOJ/OCC/LMNOP guidelines.

More Fishing??  These people are more one dimensional than the canvas they are inked and colored upon…  OK, let’s go with that.  More fishing.  But of course we remember the last (and first) time Mark took Rusty fishing… it resulted in a bad acid trip that had Rusty being chased by a T-Rex and harassed by a Pterodactyl…

MTTLF = 73 days  (for the uninitiated, that’s Mean-Time-to-Lost-Forest) or how many days, not counting Sundays, did we spend away from Lost Forest, the home of Doc and Cherry (nee Davis) Trail… And that freeloading nature writer Son-in-Law Mark… So let’s think about this for a minute…  That’s nigh on three months, and it would appear that the elves have done a great job keeping up the place!!  I wonder if there are any shoes by the hearth…  And everyone looks so damned happy around the table… Strong black coffees- all around!!  On me!  Even Andy looks happy as hell…  but really.  How did they get back??  The magic of comic strips, I suppose.  And assuming, in real life, that the return trip would have taken weeks, would they still be prattling on about Dunlap and his stupid artifacts?  And what exactly is the “local Native American tribe” going to do with the money that Jeff ‘n’ Jared had their eyes on??  Who knows…

But seriously.  Rusty.  Where in heaven’s name is Rusty.  It’s like he never existed?  He hasn’t been spoken of or seen since they all decided to go on a little canoe/ fishing trip last November…