Like an angry boil on Mother’s Bum, the magma has been released…  Suddenly the RIFAMOBP is of little or no concern as it will soon be covered in liquid hot magma…

But go where, Mark?  It was a perilous journey just to get where you are- ledges, ravines, Wild Boar, and that’s just what we know about… Perhaps Cal has take to the air and can hover on by and scoop them up… wouldn’t that be daring.  But nothing compared to the Nam… landing in in a rice paddy being strafed by 50mm weapons fire…

…if it’s the last thing we ever do…  I forgot what a great bass line this song has… and it’s funny to look at the gear… so simple!

Anyway, back to the Island Adventure…  As predicted, Mark is offering uber-obvious advice, but with a twist… apparently there is something more menacing that the thought of being overrun and stung to death by fire-ants…  Enraged ones, even…

What could be off-camera, stage left?  Again, the “there’s something behind the door and I need to know what it is” device…  Thank goodness tomorrow is Saturday and we will likely get an answer then.  And revel in the fact that we can all turn our clocks back an hour before we go to bed.  An extra hour to ponder the fate of Mark and Abbey and wonder what Cal and Cherry are up to, not to mention Doc, Rusty and Andy the St. Bernard back at Lost Forest…

Onomatopoeia on Parade, boys and girls…  too bad there isn’t sound associated with the comics, and we have to imagine all the other senses besides the visual… And speaking of visual, Abbey’s features continue to morph beyond the recognizable… what happened to the lithesome form that was gracing the beach, seemingly there to relax and enjoy a little “down-time?” Never mind that she was wearing the same ensemble that Honey was wearing and therefore created all sorts of confusion, later to be sorted out…

And how disappointing that Mark and Abby are not waist-deep in Fire-Ant Mound!  I was looking forward to Mark dishing useful advice like, “Abbey, get yourself away from the Ants!”or “Don’t let the ants sting you!”  such a wasted opportunity!

Seriously.  Check it out.  If this was you first encounter with Mark Trail, you’d have to say that Mark was tackling a guy in blue shorts and a yellow T-shirt…  But for those of us following this, (and heaven knows why we do…) we know that we are being treated to another example, a tired example, of Hero Mark saving the damsel…

And if I am not mistaken, they both have gone head-long into the FAMOBP!  (Fire Ant Mound of Biblical Proportion)  Oh bring on the stinging!  This ought to be good…

Abbey doesn’t realize how close she is to sweet release…  Her ticket out of this awful parallel existence… But it should be noted that Palm Trees are notorious killers…  they are top heavy and it’s not uncommon for the crown to come off and take out the unaware…

And Oh boy!  Mark has never looked so stern!  Like he’s actually mad or something… Heck, I’d be mad too if everywhere I went I had to battle for my life.  I’d start to wonder whether there was some force in the universe that had it out for me, whether my life was really just a big sketch being played out for the amusement of others…  but wait, Mark, that’s exactly what’s going on here.  And now you are being guided by a new-ish hand, one that is still doing his best to keep your life from going off the rails…