Her face and her body proportions just keep getting goofed up!

She looks almost normal (if not completely different) in panel two, but by panel three her neck has grown as thick as a redwood tree!  Not to mention that Gil, taken from 3/4 reverse angle has taken on a rather different look…  good thing that they are wearing the same clothes… otherwise this could get confusing.  Although that didn’t really help with transition from Honey to Abbey Powell… as they were both wearing green bikinis…

Where exactly are we?  I see palm trees and a shore bird in Panel two.  And a slightly familiar face in Panel one…

Yea, his name was something like Lone Elk… I never took the time to get to know the help, because you know, I am a University Professor and kind of a big deal…  and if this “Lone Elk” guy was there to help the guy I hired, well, that’s not something I am going to spend a whole lot of time on.  So, then, where was I?  The Walrus.  The Pregnant.  Female.  Walrus.  I mean seriously.  She got loose!  Had to be clocking at least a quarter mile an hour!  We were at a loss!  I blame the entire incident on Trail and Lone Elk… It’s like they were trying to pull off a “Free Willie” thing, right here in… that’s right, where the hell are we??

Snail’s Pace is a phrase maybe lost to the ages, but it certainly applies to the Trailverse… <sigh…>  in today’s installment it’s almost like ‘Gil’ is trying to get Leslie (morphing and growing more beautiful by the frame) to engage in some ritualistic act that would get most bosses fired…

So with Cherry resting comfortably at home despite getting a call from the Federal Bureau of Investigation (hey, all in a day’s work, right??) we are about to be regaled by a lusty tale of a water-based theme park gone awry… sit tight, kids, this should (could?) be a hoot!