The muse ain’t striking…
Leola Wally, huh?
So?
Does this mean Mark is going to lose the dreaded Pink Shirt?
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Is ‘Doc’ his real name??
When Leola knew ‘Doc’ Davis, he wasn’t a ‘Doc’ yet…
Think on that, campers…
Meanwhile Mark turns into a Pillar of Salt in the presence of a young, pretty woman…
The shirt! The pink shirt!!
Really?
OK, Mark doesn’t grow facial hair, so maybe he doesn’t sweat either…
Regardless, I guess we’ll be looking at him this way for the next 6-8 months, so I’d better get over it…
Ahhh… Sweet relief
Doc is getting the heck out of Lost Forest, and Mark is (finally) away and (mostly) on his own…
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Let’s see what kind of trouble they can find!!
Time to take that pink chamois-cloth shirt on the road!
Building up…
Wait for it…
Ba-boom, chsssssh…..
And off we go…
More gratuitous shots of wildlife… In the Trail Tradition:
As Doc continues to ramble on about the mystery of the mine and the map…
…it would seem that Mark and Doc are destined to set out on a little hike…
The last time Doc was allowed to leave Lost Forest was during the Indian Artifacts caper… almost 6 years ago…
Not sure what those looks are telling us…
As Doc bears his past, Mark appears to be growing weary of the old man’s remembering…
…and Doc appears to be growing weary of Mark’s condescending attitude toward him… What, isn’t it enough that you live rent-free? Small price, Mark, that you ultimately had to marry his daughter…
Doc is giving up his secrets!
Like how he came to be able to afford being Lord a Master of Lost Forest…
…a burden he has apparently carried with him for years…
But did you ever see the gold? And how did the stranger see anything? Isn’t it dark in a cave?? Oh, that’s right, bioluminescence…
And what would you need of a map? And isn’t it said that the cave opening moves around on its own? Sort of like on Lost, when it became necessary for Benjamin Linus to move the island?
Yup, just a head fake, apparently…
So I guess we are full on with Doc’s story now, leaving Rusty to his own devices… I suspect the package was just a bad joke from Professor Carter… No doubt we will circle back to doll-sized mischief at some point… Not to mention leaving Dirty Dyer behind… James Allen, you really expect a lot from your audience… keeping so many plots going at once! But certainly they will intersect at some point…
Such looks of foreboding about something that happened 40 or 50 years ago! Cherry looks as though she expects a alien to pop out of her father’s furrowed brow or something…
And now Mark enters?
Leaving Rusty to deal with the deadly little doll all by his self?? Hopefully they have cigars and whiskey about to keep the little guy sated…
And with the point of an unnaturally large finger, Doc declares the mystery that will perhaps carry us through the next story arc. And Oh Goody? An opportunity to go caving gain?
A regular Horatio Alger, he is…
Oh, Doc… do you get to star is a story now? Well, this ought to be interesting… Day 345, Doc on porch, regaling us with still more stories of a bygone era…
Working his way “through veterinary school…” that’s very impressive, Doc…
I wonder why we never got to meet Mrs. Davis, Cherry’s mom? How is t that Mark took up residence at Lost Forest? That Rusty came to be in their charge? So many questions!! So few answers.
Get used to it, Doc…
And a quick cut to the front porch…
…finds Cherry and her dad, Ol’ Doc Davis idly shooting the breeze, unfortunately about one of Doc’s contemporaries, Amos, who has kicked the bucket…
So off we go, campers, in no particular direction… another walk down a very long pier for a very short drink of water…
Called it!
Either I’m too good, or James Allen is too predictable…
Poor Rusty! He’s thinking (hoping?) that it’s something from Mara (who has clearly moved on from her encounter with the Perpetually Coming of Age Rusty) only to find this cursed thing in his lap… Soaking the package in water was probably a good idea… Perhaps it’s time to go old-school on this little doll… a ritual burn on a large pile of burning logs? Darth Vader style?
Ten Bucks says it’s that Voodoo Doll from the trailer…
Well, Campers, here we go…
Back home to Lost Forest, where time moves e x t r a slowly…
Reading the funny pages, huh? Well, I guess it’s better than nothing… Reference to a real live (almost) strip? Pearls Before Swine, huh? Well, that’s one of my favorites too… I’d like to see Rat cave in James Allen’s head with a baseball bat some day…
Boy, Rusty, you are really stuck on that girl, aren’t you?? Like it’s all you think about… But why does it look like Rusty is sitting on the crapper in panel one reading the paper?? Is Rusty’s bedroom also the bathroom? Does he have his own porta-potty in there? An old-style throne with a chamber pot? And I am also noticing that Mark still hasn’t changed his shirt…
Better soak it water…
The Mailman? Did he ring twice? Was it a he? Who on earth knows where Rusty Trail lives, anyway? Is it one of those “discreet” packages that doesn’t give away the contents, lest everyone knows your particular fetish?
But I’ll be honest, Campers. I live in a part of the country that has seen record snowfalls and cold temperatures… and seeing the green and blue and pink in today’s strip just makes me jealous. At the rate we are going (still fighting to get above zero and stay there, and another 3-6″ forecast for the weekend) we are going to be living with the snowpack for a while… I mean, if I wanted this, I’d go live in Alberta…
I guess it was David Hasselhoff…
But then he got the red to black brick ratio backwards… KITT was black with red accents… Unless we are referring to the Knight 4000 (admittedly I’m not up on my Knight Rider Lore…)
But back to team building:
Oh, Dirty, always the wag…
Fair use?
Is it OK for the term “Legos” to be used so freely in reference to “building blocks?” Like “Kleenex” instead of “Facial Tissue?”
And are we to recall the famous Rock Star/Diva David Lee Roth who insisted that M&Ms be made available backstage, but with all the brown ones removed?
OK, I’ll bite…
First off, this isn’t even a very good joke. The is a distinction being made: “That job” (referring obviously to the occupation of forger, which was forsaken) vs. “This Job” (The one you have- of being a Cabana Boy/ General Gopher and Factotum) is what today’s punch line hinges upon, and in my opinion, doesn’t make any sense…
But what car in what show was red with black accents? (reference: 500,000 red and 100,000 black building blocks…)
I guess Tom Selleck was a little more eccentric than we thought?
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