As Mark, the mysterious white horse, and, I assume, Andy, formulate their plan to save Rusty and the little spotted dog, a squirrel looks on as a happy family in a compact car takes a leisurely drive through the forest, unaware that just behind the bushes (or a little ways off in the forest, I can't tell), Rusty and the little spotted dog are trapped in a life or death situation with two bank robbers who are turning out to be not as smart as I had once believed (and I really didn't think that they were that smart to begin with). Larry, Larry, Larry. You're arguing with a child, and I'm afraid that the child just might win the argument because the kid is telling the truth and you, on the other hand, seem to have your facts a little messed up. You see, my friend, no one made you go to that diner. Why, when you're on the run from the law, you'd decide to stop at a sit-down eating establishment is beyond me, what with the proliferation of fast food eateries spread across this great land of ours, but stop you did. You made the choice. You. Not Rusty. You. He was just some kid taking a picture of his folks between bites of his grilled cheese (and I'd like to once again add that had you not gone after that camera so doggedly, your presence would have probably never been noticed in the picture, or noticed only after you were long gone). This is all you, my friend. The boy and his dog just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
So that's Mark's plan. The old log in the road trick. I suppose it's better than sending Andy running out into the road to try to stop the car because knowing Moe and Larry, they'd probably just run him over or spaz out behind the wheel and drive the car directly into the mountain or whatever rock Mark is hiding behind and then Rusty and the poor little spotted dog will bite the big one and Doc and Cherry will be mad that Mark lost both cameras and the boy and his dog. It's a good thing that dead trees seem to be plentiful in Lost Forest. (After all, a dead tree helped save Cherry and Shelly from those mountain lions that they first scared and that Shelly later wouldn't leave well enough alone.) Still, if I were Larry, I'd forget about the tree and be more concerned about the Jack Elrod Ball, which has somehow managed to sneak into the car and appears to be about to knock our blue-shirted criminal senseless.
As Mark, the mysterious white horse, and, I assume, Andy, formulate their plan to save Rusty and the little spotted dog, a squirrel looks on as a happy family in a compact car takes a leisurely drive through the forest, unaware that just behind the bushes (or a little ways off in the forest, I can't tell), Rusty and the little spotted dog are trapped in a life or death situation with two bank robbers who are turning out to be not as smart as I had once believed (and I really didn't think that they were that smart to begin with). Larry, Larry, Larry. You're arguing with a child, and I'm afraid that the child just might win the argument because the kid is telling the truth and you, on the other hand, seem to have your facts a little messed up. You see, my friend, no one made you go to that diner. Why, when you're on the run from the law, you'd decide to stop at a sit-down eating establishment is beyond me, what with the proliferation of fast food eateries spread across this great land of ours, but stop you did. You made the choice. You. Not Rusty. You. He was just some kid taking a picture of his folks between bites of his grilled cheese (and I'd like to once again add that had you not gone after that camera so doggedly, your presence would have probably never been noticed in the picture, or noticed only after you were long gone). This is all you, my friend. The boy and his dog just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. 
So that's Mark's plan. The old log in the road trick. I suppose it's better than sending Andy running out into the road to try to stop the car because knowing Moe and Larry, they'd probably just run him over or spaz out behind the wheel and drive the car directly into the mountain or whatever rock Mark is hiding behind and then Rusty and the poor little spotted dog will bite the big one and Doc and Cherry will be mad that Mark lost both cameras and the boy and his dog. It's a good thing that dead trees seem to be plentiful in Lost Forest. (After all, a dead tree helped save Cherry and Shelly from those mountain lions that they first scared and that Shelly later wouldn't leave well enough alone.) Still, if I were Larry, I'd forget about the tree and be more concerned about the Jack Elrod Ball, which has somehow managed to sneak into the car and appears to be about to knock our blue-shirted criminal senseless.
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