Apparently, they aren't too picky about who they let camp in and around Lost Forest. (I guess it makes sense. After all, they let Kelly in, didn't they?) Well isn't that nice? The longshoreman has decided that he and his golden friend should split up, and he's volunteered his friend to be the one to go check out the Trails while he hangs out at the cabin, probably getting the fire ready so that they can cook hot dogs on sticks and then have s'mores later on. The thing that puzzles me, though, is that I can't decide whether our two convicts are driving a gray vehicle, or if they've accidentally stumbled into some sort of crime noir comic. (Probably just a gray vehicle. Otherwise there'd be some sort of narration box containing one of the character's thoughts, and possibly the mention of a dame too impetuous to play it safe who's going to be nothing but trouble later on.) We can only hope that the Jack Elrod Ball, taking a short break to play with some beavers (or otters, I can't tell), has detected these two scoundrels and found out about their plan. Otherwise, the Trails could be in for a lot of trouble. Come on little ball, rally the troops! Mark needs you! (And Cherry and Rusty, to a lesser extent.)Uh-oh. Looks like there could be trouble brewing at the old barn. Rusty (and some strange spotted dog that I don't remember seeing before this storyline...hey, come to think of it, where's Andy? This isn't going to be some sort of Brady Bunch-like situation, is it?) are headed out to take pictures of whatever is out at the barn. This can only hint at the future misunderstanding that's going to occur between felon and boy as his camera is no doubt about to be stolen only for the criminals to discover that the memory card has been changed. Hilarity will then surely ensue.
(Oh, and did you notice? Today marks the 100th Mark Trail post. What a long, strange, crazy journey it's been so far. Can't wait to see what happens next.)
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