Great Scoop, Campers!

Yesterday we learned that the other Mister Smith has a familiar name…

From Moss Moses:

Manuel Blanco Romasanta is Spain’s first documented serial killer. In 1853 Romasanta admitted to thirteen murders, claiming he was not responsible as he was suffering from a curse that turned him into a wolf. Wikipedia
Born: November 18, 1809, Province of Ourense, Spain
Died: December 14, 1863, Ceuta, Spain

From Bryant, Esq.:

I detect unplumbed depths in our Mr. Allen, based upon his sly reference to the unnatural amidst his detailed depiction of the natural.

Your reference to Dirty, like the pelican (definitely not a heron), having bitten off more than he could chew is even more perspicacious than might be evident. Romasanta, a/k/a the Wolf of Allariz a/k/a the Tallow Man, confessed at his trial to a spot of cannibalism in addition to making candles of the fat of his victims, pleading not guilty because he had been cursed and committed his murders of various salesmen, officers and customers only during his intermittent involuntary transformations into a werewolf.

http://www.theparanormalguide.com/blog/manuel-blanco-romasanta-the-werewolf-of-allariz

So now that we know that the other Mr. Smith is either a demon or a time-traveler, or is taking inspiration from the past, the plot both confuses and gels simultaneously…

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And as the increasingly bulked-up Dirty “Call me Mr. Smith” Dyer orders another round from the taciturn Semo, along with multiple platters, all charged to yet another unknown character, is he still looking to impress, planning to entertain, or simply gorge himself?

Dirty- What’s with the Sh*t-eating Grin?

Dirty seems so incredibly pleased with himself these days.  No questioning, no remorse over recent events… never mind that he is probably a wanted man after the authorities found King Tut dead in his office…  All bulked up and smiling like he’s got the world by the tail…

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All I can say is that the pelican or egret or whatever it is in panel three had better get ready for a long period of awful digestion…  I really don’t think that iguana is going to go down or process very well… a great metaphor for Dirty- probably biting off more than he can chew!

Mr. and Mr. Smith

I guess there’s only one name to use when you aren’t using your real name… Smith!

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But for all we know this fellow’s real name might be Smith… one never knows in these circles of intrigue…  And Dirty keeps throwing money around…  other than the contents of the safe, does he have other evil enterprises earning him additional dollars?  Sort of like Virtucon, the front for Dr. Evil?

Dirty the Millennial…

He’s adulting and set on building a squad… starting with an Executive Assistant!  That’s the easiest way to promote oneself… form your own company!  File the LLC and boom! You’re your own boss!  Even if that’s a little Sus

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Throwing cash around like he has it to throw around! Lookin’ for a little Respeck!  Plus a Rad and Savage “burner cell phone,” right out of the pages of Breaking Bad!  Gus and others would go through one or two an episode!  Little flip phones that they would snap in half and throw away after finishing a conversation to avoid detection and traceability… the production company probably bought them by the gross…

Other observations… Nipples.  You don’t see them often in the comics, there they are… once you see them, you can’t avert your gaze. Amiright?  Dirty’s and Semo’s physiques.  They are getting more swol by the day.  That grin.  If that isn’t shade, I don’t know what is!  The eyepatch… on fleek!

Finally, in an attempt to appeal to the Millennial Generation, and the vernacular that goes with them, I’m done chillin for now on the Trail, and it’s time to bounce… if you want to know what the heck I’m saying, go here

So what makes Dirty “exclusive?”

What is his supposed pedigree?  Upon the word of a waiter (or, hey, he might be the proprietor…) he gets an invite to Valhalla for the Angry and Disenfranchised Rich?

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Just who is this resident?  A former mercenary?  Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner?  Former CIA a la Mitch Rapp?

And why, for the love of Mike, do we have words like discreet?  And its cousin discrete?  Complete Homonyms, or homographs re-ordering two letters at the end, resulting in completely different meanings??  Pity the soul who has to learn English as a second language!  We claim to live by rules and laws, but as with most things in life, we are governed by the exceptions!

And if you are done psychoanalyzing me, you can bring me another…

As we are drawn by intrigue (dare I admit it?) over what is going on here, we are brought closer to the conversation and potentially the inner workings of the Dirty Mind…

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Let’s see…  vamos a ver…  Weapons for Dummies (doesn’t exist,) Calvin and Hobbes (pick one, right?) and To Serve Man… which apparently is a cookbook?  So this fellow addressing Dirty isn’t just any service industry lackey, he obviously has multiple useless degrees under his belt and looks for opportunities to… well… “show off” a bit…

Active Shooter?

With the help playing the role of the messenger, and getting a dressing down for his trouble, Chris “Dirty” Dyer is relaxing and resting up for a big event… “a special occasion” funded by the gold bars in King Tut’s carelessly left open safegold bars in King Tut’s carelessly left open safe

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But Gunshots in the Jungle?  Didn’t Dirty allude to going someplace for “training?”  Wouldn’t that allow someone to fire off rounds with impunity?

Oh, and another thing…

…we really prefer that our guests wear clothing…  If it’s a nude beach you want, it’s at the other end of the island…

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Knife throwing!  Ha!  Will the gags never end?!  For what it’s worth, though, looks like Ol’ Dirty has gotten pretty good at it if the target in the background is any indication…

Mista Smiff, Oy Presuume??

Ah, at last.  we are removed from Lost Forest and deposited on what appears to be a tropical island complete with Seabirds, a too-close-for-comfort prop jet and a distant shot of a man being served…  Dirty Dyer under a particularly creative alias…

Harbour Island, Bahamas… boy what I wouldn’t give to be there after the 20″ of snow that has been deposited in the Twin Cities over the weekend!

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I wonder what’s in a “Gun Club Punch…”  Rum, to be sure…

Oh, for the life of a Trail…

Vacation!  That’s right!  Enter Dirty Dyer!!  That has to be the plan…

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Hopefully we wrap up this little Lost Forest turned Circus interlude…  With the laconic and dour Jim returned (battered but not bowed,) Marlin smiling despite all the paperwork he’ll have to complete to account for the totaled Jeep, Warden Dusty looking on in simian fashion, and the fez and vest sporting Ostrich Jockey in the tree getting ready to hurl excrement, Mark explains that he has a “Long Overdue” (read “Well Deserved”) vacation on the docket…  And looks a little disappointed about it?

But wait, has Jim’s Stick grown?

See James Draw…

Draw, James, draw!

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Because that’s about all we have going for us these days…  Mr. Allen’s ability to create reasonable representations of animals in action…  Manufactured suspense, lack of continuity and bad punchlines fill out the rest of the program.

How did Marlin get back?  What of his totaled Jeep?  Where is Jim and his pointed stick? And where on earth did the Wardens get that Hippo collar and chain?  And what’s it attached to?  That Hippo would only have to give a small shrug, and whatever is mooring that  would come apart!  We only have to go back to Africa and the Rhino Horn Caper to see this Hippo’s cousin, whom (which?) Mark dispatches with… wait for it… a flaming log!  But what about Dirty Dyer… Where is he?!

It’s all about you, isn’t it Mark?

But figuratively speaking, I’ve had to deal with a lot of enraged Rhinos in my life…

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OK, let’s take stock of the situation…  The Rhino is down, for now… but will awake at some point.  Marlin’s Jeep is overturned and undrivable.  Jim hasn’t been seen since he went into the thicket with his pointed stick.  And all Mark can say is “I’ll meet you two back at camp?”  What an ASS!  Seriously.  So you can what?  Tell your version of the lusty tale without the chance of anyone stepping on your glory?!

But how nice to include just a spec of color in the first frame!  For those of us living in the BOLD BORTH, where we live a constant reminder to never take spring and summer for granted, we appreciate any hint that bulbs actually flower!

Swamp Thing?

As Marlin emerges from the smoldering wreck that was the Zoo-Jeep, his silhouette is vaguely reminiscent of that early 80’s classic Swamp Thing…  And Mark, why are you thinking to yourself, but then talking out loud?  Are we back to the Trail standard of the vocalized inner monologue?

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But let’s get back to the REAL question:  What use would a circus have with a Rhinoceros?  They don’t socialize particularly well, and I’d be hard pressed to figure out what kind of “act” might involve one…  And in the circus, every mouth to feed has to to earn its keep, right?  I mean, this guy (or gal) would eat body weights in food-stock, and that costs money!  Not to mention just taking up space- like an entire train-car’s worth!  And where would one find or post for a Rhino-Wrangler? Monster.com?

So as Cherry tools around in her Escalade, Doc sips his coffee and Rusty still wonders where his apple infused flapjacks are, we are left to boggle at the action that just transpired and is the new norm in Mark Trail…  Even in Lost Forest, there’s nary a dull moment!

The Beast! x2!

What chance would a Zebra have against a Rhino, anyway?  Hopefully they have Farmers Insurance!  Seen it, covered it…

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With wheels, struts, tie rods and other linkage flying about, there’s only one man who can save us now!!  It’s Mighty Mark!!

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Boy, Mark, that’s a lot to be processing inside your head all at once…  you even managed to fit some care and concern for your fellow man in there… Weird.

Again with the Beast Reference!

Jim Jim is my name and spanking Rhinos is my game…  Ha!!

THWACK!

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I think someone in the comments brought up the fact that these tranquilizer darts are exactly fast-acting… This Rhino, for instance, even if Mark was able to get a shot off and place the dart perfectly, would be able to take out an entire village before it was slowed down…  So yes, Marlin, you and your Jeep are in a bad spot… Prepare to be launched!!

For pure comic relief check out the effects on Ace Ventura, or for a demonstration of what comes up when one googles “tranquilizing a rhino” see this.

Never underestimate a man with a pointed stick…

As we peer through the windscreen at Mark and Marlin, the plot is fixing to proof…  We see Sidekick Jim (Sideshow Bob?) walking into the thicket armed with nothing more than his wooden poker.

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Besides, Mark, I don’t think Marlin is sending Jim anywhere…  I think that Jim is a master of his own free will and destiny…  he chooses to go where Marlin goes and lives by simple rules…  Say little, wear khaki, carry a pointed stick.

Rhino in the thicket, whataya’ gon’ do?

These two zoo guys really are a mixed bag, aren’t they?

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And Mark, it’s a jeep, not a car… jeez….. But let’s not lose hope, for as Marlin reminds us, they are professionals!

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So now comes the pièce de résistance… The moment of moments… when the otherwise unassuming take center stage and school us all!!  Whatever that is, and whatever it has to do with the pointed stick, I guess we’ll find out in the coming installments!

How Far the Mighty have Fallen!!

I guess we wouldn’t have had the chance to notice the Zoo-Jeep until now, but OK, I guess…

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And of course poor Jim (Fowler?) immediately takes the back seat, in deference to The Trail.  If Mark’s not driving, then he’s sure a hell riding shotgun…  Unless he’s on Safari and there is a pretty woman involved

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So what’s the plan here?  To drive the Rhino to exhaustion?  Pull out another tranq-gun, this one with armor piercing capabilities?

Ah yes, the days of the Television Show… before the world was taken over and the Networks fell under siege to a universe of 5-minute YouTube clips…  When Sunday night meant Wild Kingdom, the Wonderful World of Disney and, if you were lucky (since it was past bedtime) Bonanza!  OK!  Aging myself a bit there…

Poor Dusty

That jawline…  He continues to remind me of Dr. Zaius from the original Planet of the Apes!

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Ready?  With clenched fists and flexed biceps, I’d say Marlin is itching for a scrap!  And what the hell does Jim have in his right hand?  A pointed stick?  The one from Monty Python fame?

The only genuine expressions are found on the animals!

We go from wide-screen, 2.76:1 Ultra Panavision yesterday to the somewhat standard 3 panel presentation today, and well,, that’s about as exciting as it gets…

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The evil Marlin is grimacing over “something you don’t see all the time,” while Cherry throws her sympathies toward the “poor cat…”  While an off-camera voice (Mark?) completes the color commentary!  It’s about now in a James Allen “Storyline” that we have to start asking “Where is all this going?”  I’m sure he hasn’t the foggiest notion and awaits inspiration from who knows where in order to direct the arc of this tale.

Please… for the love of syndicated comics, hire a writer!  There have to be aspiring scriptwriters somewhere that would love to take a crack at this!