Comics within comics… makes my head hurt.
Jungle Jim, huh? Never heard of it. But Johnny Weissmuller played him on TV… after the Tarzan Role, I guess he was a bit typecast…
Looks to be a fast paced romp! Not!
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I need an insulin shot…
Ok, enough already!
Anything, anything at all, please. Just remove me from having to witness these lies! Mark! Get on a plane!
Yee haw?
I have to wonder, along with how Mark keeps so clean-shaven, is who keeps the Lost Forest grounds so tidy? Is there an army of gnomes that pops out of the woods and cuts and trims and makes sure that all the stones lining the drives are in place? Must be. It’s an otherwise magical place, so I would suggest that as a highly probable explanation.
And is there a happier place on the planet than Lost Forest? Andy bears witness to the joy as he canters along-side Mark and Cherry… Dogs are a great barometer of the mood they are surrounded by… and Andy is beaming!
I think Cherry is on a hunger strike…
I mean, just look at her… she just gets thinner and thinner…
“At his age?” Doc (and everyone else in the Trailverse) has been the same age for years (decades) now… Mark and Cherry are the only ones who got the other-than-shit-end of that stick. Rusty locked in perpetual pre-pubescence, Doc a Sept- or Octogenarian… Andy of course is ageless… what is he in dog years? Who cares, really…
Yeah…. Let’s take a walk
As Mark continues to search his true feelings about JJ (Really? We need to let this go…) Cherry is (once again) showing her patience and stamina with what must be a very challenging marriage…
What’s with Andy? Doesn’t he want to go for walkies too? “No,” says the Big Dog… “The porch is just fine…”
Cherry, “Doc” is “Dad” to you… or have you forgotten?
Of course Mark couldn’t just let this one go…
Yup, we all know…
You don’t mess with old Rex…
…and there is always “the telling” after a trip away from the homestead.
But I wonder if there has been time for laundry? Or a change of clothing? Or does Mark have 12 pink chamois cloth shirts in his closet? Someday, just some day, I would appreciate seeing Mark in a different color combo… And Cherry, oh Cherry… that profile you are striking reminds me of those oh so classy (classic?) mud-flaps one sees on a semi-truck, or a duely pickup with a scrotal sack hanging from the trailer hitch…
Animal dialogue equally compelling…
While we admire the author/artist’s ability to draw nature…
..we really must shake our heads…
Barrels of ink, electronic or otherwise, sacrificed in the name of carrying on a tradition…
…even though the current mantle-bearer continues to fall short of expectations. Blah.
Nice to see some green in the pallet…
Ah… the familiar… But wait, not so fast!
What the heck is that?! An escaped Circus Lion?? Stay tuned!
OK, JJ enough…
If’n you don’t shut up about it, we will turn you in!!
But how will JJ find the money to bring his truck loan current… heck, to even put fuel in his truck? Will word get out that he lost his shit with his clients and threatened their lives? And has the voodoo doll terrorized Rusty and Cherry back at Lost Forest? These, and many other questions will be answered on the next episode of… The Daily Trail.
And thankfully, we didn’t have to witness it…
I think it’s funny that JJ (I think it’s JJ…) vocalizes what was on everyone’s mind…
But I am sure what made it especially awkward was Mark feeling compelled to explain every little nuance about the desert… because for some reason, we seem drawn back to it every other “adventure…”
Tent City
While they camp, and while there appeared to be a lot of daylight left where they could have put some miles between themselves and their disappointment, we get to eavesdrop on their conversation the next morning…
It still strikes me as odd that they have the pack space to each haul a family-sized dome tent… and if that’s Leola speaking on the right, I think the word you are searching for is dirty, not dingy… dingy would be the fault of your washing machine, most likely…
I don’t know what’s worse…
…getting punched in the face, or getting browbeaten like a 7 year old…
Oh goody… three days and nights on the trail, with nothing to think or talk about other than abject disappointment and the fact that nothing has changed… and the knowledge that nothing will probably ever change…
Do we think that JJ will take off his pack when he goes to sleep? And will Mark ever have to shave?
Moralistic Mark!
Out of the mine/cave and back into the light, JJ starts to plead his case…
Why he continues to wear his pack is puzzling… but at least it’s a distinguishing factor when viewing the group in long-angle silhouette… As Mark continues to scold him and remind him of how “irresponsible” we was to do this! Wait ’til mark runs into Dirty Dyer and his flame thrower… I doubt the same sermon is going to have a similar effect…
You tell ’em, little lady!!
Enough with the waterworks!
Now let’s just get back to our sad little lives, more keen and wise for the experience!
What’s it been? Less than a week in Trail-time? There are days I wish my own life would slow down a bit! The days, weeks and months melt away a little too quickly these days…
Oh, Boo hoo!
Really?
Well, I guess remorse comes in its many forms… and unless JJ is an accomplished method actor, then I suppose we should take him at his word…
If this story is wrapping up, then I guess we should all be grateful! This one didn’t feel as drawn out as some others… Now we need to snap our fingers and have the Lost-Forestians say farewell and goodbye to Leola and JJ, both of whom we will likely never see again. Heck, Leola didn’t even have a chance to fall for Mark and Mark didn’t have to expound on the fact that he’s a “Happily Married Man…” Small wonders, I guess…
Don’t Patronize the Old…
It doesn’t help!! And Mark, your “feeling” face is a might off-putting…
Small cave? Seems large and well-lit to me… I mean, you ARE standing up and seem to have plenty of shoulder room!
OK, let’s wrap this up. Punch lines that last a week are (unfortunately) typical, but nonetheless tedious…
Doc is cycling…
… through some emotions… Shock, Anger, Denial, Bargaining, Acceptance.
You can see them all on his various expressions…
Easy there, big guy, don’t hurt yourself! That head-swivel is reserved for those a little younger than you…
All righty then! Enough with the Mark-splaining… This is getting more tedious than usual!
She still has the gun!
And I can’t stop looking at how she is drawn in panel one… What happened to her hips? JJ isn’t saying much either… At least not while Mark is man-splaining away…
Poor Doc! He had such high hopes! The disappointment on his craggy face is obvious, even from a rear-three-quarter angle…
We been had!!
And it would appear that this stranger was a very a patient sort…
Such is life… This Bearded Stranger also appears to have been a Confidence Man… playing on the hopes and dreams of others- including JJ, Doc and Leola… Mark was the only one of the group to keep his head on straight…
Now what to do about JJ? Now that he has shown his true colors?
Cue the Head Scratching and the Yawns…
Yes, the chest is empty…
…but for a “framed newspaper?” Because that’s what you did with newspapers back in the day, right?
The robbers all escaped…
… until they didn’t, or at least two didn’t escape… because they were shot. But given the age of the “Bearded Stranger” then, and Doc now, I am guessing he is dead. So tell us Mark, tell us what you “understand” now…
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