Now wait just a gosh darn minute here. Mark, I thought Bob had already invited you to dinner. Why are you suddenly suggesting that you and Rusty come over tomorrow (especially since you already agreed to the dinner)? I sense a disturbance in the spacetime continuum. Be on the look out for clones, robots, and Thrakazog. Putting this latest development aside, Bob suggests that if Mark or Rusty hear any more gunshots, they should leave well enough alone. (Gee Bob, that doesn't make you sound suspicious at all.) Now, I know that Bob hasn't known Mark for very long, but come on, he has to know that if Mark investigated one series of gunshots, there's a good chance he'll investigate more when he hears them. (So, apparently, will Faline Adler.) A word to the wise, Bob: you can't keep an intrepid woodsman down, and Mark is one of the most intrepidest (and I may have just created a word there, but I don't care).
It would seem that Dick Tracy isn't the only one experiencing interdimensional travel. After the perplexing strip where Mark suggested that he and Rusty visit Bob and his family the next day after Bob invited them to that night's dinner, things seem to have snapped back to normal as Mark and Rusty head on over to Bob's for dinner and seem to have forgotten completely about their plans to visit the next day (perhaps their minds were wiped or the alternate Mark and Rusty realized they'd crossed into another swamp dimension and headed back to their own world). Who knows what lies in store in the coming days (or weeks).
Now wait just a gosh darn minute here. Mark, I thought Bob had already invited you to dinner. Why are you suddenly suggesting that you and Rusty come over tomorrow (especially since you already agreed to the dinner)? I sense a disturbance in the spacetime continuum. Be on the look out for clones, robots, and Thrakazog. Putting this latest development aside, Bob suggests that if Mark or Rusty hear any more gunshots, they should leave well enough alone. (Gee Bob, that doesn't make you sound suspicious at all.) Now, I know that Bob hasn't known Mark for very long, but come on, he has to know that if Mark investigated one series of gunshots, there's a good chance he'll investigate more when he hears them. (So, apparently, will Faline Adler.) A word to the wise, Bob: you can't keep an intrepid woodsman down, and Mark is one of the most intrepidest (and I may have just created a word there, but I don't care).
It would seem that Dick Tracy isn't the only one experiencing interdimensional travel. After the perplexing strip where Mark suggested that he and Rusty visit Bob and his family the next day after Bob invited them to that night's dinner, things seem to have snapped back to normal as Mark and Rusty head on over to Bob's for dinner and seem to have forgotten completely about their plans to visit the next day (perhaps their minds were wiped or the alternate Mark and Rusty realized they'd crossed into another swamp dimension and headed back to their own world). Who knows what lies in store in the coming days (or weeks).
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