As Bob and Mark continue to talk about fishing and photography, Stu (who apparently decided to abandon his hat unless he and Phil decided to swap shirts, much like the camera stealing kidnappers from the the previous story) stumbles upon his accomplice chatting it up with a man who looks a little too familiar for comfort. Stu, now might be one of those times where you should just leave well enough alone, even though I know you won't. Meanwhile, Terrence the Turtle continues his slow progress towards the Court of the Animal Kingdom (and since this is going to be at least the second time he's seen Mark, I'm starting to think that maybe old Terrence isn't too sure of which way he should be going). His progress may be slow, but at least he appears to be learning a lot along the way. We can only hope that his information will still be valid when he actually gets to where he's going.
The gears start to turn as the hamster starts to run on the little wheel and Stu realizes that yes, it is the same guy that he knocked on the head in the swamp and then left to the alligators. (See, Stu, I told you that that alligator looked a little full. The next time you plan on doing something like that, give the alligators a little heads up. That way they won't fill up on frogs before hand.) The fact that Mark is still alive, and the fact that Bob is getting all chummy with him, doesn't sit well with our hatless, side-burned poacher. Better grab another tree branch, Stu. Looks like it's about time for another clobbering, and this time, don't let nature finish the job. Do it yourself.
With the departure of Mark, Rusty, and Sassy, Stu decides to confront Bob and find out what he knows about Mark, the man who should have been alligator chow, but apparently wasn't. Bob, true to form, immediately tries to lie his way out of the mess he's found himself in, trying to convince Stu that he was setting fishing lines and not talking to a guy who was supposed to be in the stomach of an alligator. Stu, however, isn't buying Bob's story and calls him on it, also taking the time to point out that Mark, friendly as he may be, could also put them all in jail. (I'm not really sure about your logic there, Stu. Mark didn't see you hit him and he doesn't know that you've been poaching alligators. Are you afraid that he'll identify you by the scent of your cologne? Your pomade? Your shadow? The sound your feet make as you walk through the swamp? What did you do that makes you so identifiable? Is that why you got rid of the hat?) Let's see if Bob can talk his way out of this one. I'm guessing he can't, but you never know.
As Bob and Mark continue to talk about fishing and photography, Stu (who apparently decided to abandon his hat unless he and Phil decided to swap shirts, much like the camera stealing kidnappers from the the previous story) stumbles upon his accomplice chatting it up with a man who looks a little too familiar for comfort. Stu, now might be one of those times where you should just leave well enough alone, even though I know you won't. Meanwhile, Terrence the Turtle continues his slow progress towards the Court of the Animal Kingdom (and since this is going to be at least the second time he's seen Mark, I'm starting to think that maybe old Terrence isn't too sure of which way he should be going). His progress may be slow, but at least he appears to be learning a lot along the way. We can only hope that his information will still be valid when he actually gets to where he's going.
The gears start to turn as the hamster starts to run on the little wheel and Stu realizes that yes, it is the same guy that he knocked on the head in the swamp and then left to the alligators. (See, Stu, I told you that that alligator looked a little full. The next time you plan on doing something like that, give the alligators a little heads up. That way they won't fill up on frogs before hand.) The fact that Mark is still alive, and the fact that Bob is getting all chummy with him, doesn't sit well with our hatless, side-burned poacher. Better grab another tree branch, Stu. Looks like it's about time for another clobbering, and this time, don't let nature finish the job. Do it yourself.
With the departure of Mark, Rusty, and Sassy, Stu decides to confront Bob and find out what he knows about Mark, the man who should have been alligator chow, but apparently wasn't. Bob, true to form, immediately tries to lie his way out of the mess he's found himself in, trying to convince Stu that he was setting fishing lines and not talking to a guy who was supposed to be in the stomach of an alligator. Stu, however, isn't buying Bob's story and calls him on it, also taking the time to point out that Mark, friendly as he may be, could also put them all in jail. (I'm not really sure about your logic there, Stu. Mark didn't see you hit him and he doesn't know that you've been poaching alligators. Are you afraid that he'll identify you by the scent of your cologne? Your pomade? Your shadow? The sound your feet make as you walk through the swamp? What did you do that makes you so identifiable? Is that why you got rid of the hat?) Let's see if Bob can talk his way out of this one. I'm guessing he can't, but you never know.
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