Mark continues to plead his case, but old Bill
Hogg (as he shall henceforth be known) refuses to listen. In fact, he seems to be determined to follow the letter of the law and wait for Mark to see a judge before he does anything so rash as letting him out of the cell. (Sure, he'll give him some bread and maybe a little water in a tin cup, but letting him out is just out of the question.) As Mark languishes in jail, the peril continues to increase around Rusty as the tide begins to come in. Sassy faithfully remains at his side, though, so that his last moments may be filled with sloppy kisses and puppy breath. (I guess she might be feeling just a wee bit guilty since she sort of caused this predicament in the first place.) The two
young'uns in danger, Mark persists in telling the Sheriff about the poor little boy and his puppy who are moments away from a watery grave, which apparently is a story that Bill hasn't heard before (and you just know that he's heard them all).
Finally abandoning his plan to gain Bill's sympathy, Mark requests his phone call and Bill agrees since he is, after all, on the side of the law and the law says that you get a phone call. (Barney Fife would be so proud.) Mark, unfortunately for Bill, has decided that since he's already broken the law once today, assaulting an officer shouldn't add too much time to his sentence, asks what seems like an innocent question and upon hearing the answer, leaps into action with his fists, knocking the Sheriff to the ground with a well-placed, hat-rattling, key-tossing punch and goes on the lam. I hope you've got yourself a good lawyer in mind, Mark, otherwise you could find yourself working on a chain gang.
Showing that he hasn't completely turned evil, and that he really, really didn't mean to hurt the older man, Mark apologizes for striking Bill as he takes his keys and heads off to save Rusty from his watery fate. Speaking of Rusty, the water level continues to rise as the tide rushes in (and that seagull is absolutely no help to him at all because he forgot his french fries in the car), and he makes a valiant effort to be brave and save Sassy by telling her to go before she joins him in his fate. The puppy, however, has decided that she'll go down with her master if she has to. After all, someone has to comfort the poor kid, what with the Jack
Elrod Ball heading off to see what's keeping Mark and to get help if necessary. I hope Mark is putting the pedal to the metal (and that he remembered to take that jack he stole, or that the car he took has one in the trunk), or he might get there too late.
Mark continues to plead his case, but old Bill Hogg (as he shall henceforth be known) refuses to listen. In fact, he seems to be determined to follow the letter of the law and wait for Mark to see a judge before he does anything so rash as letting him out of the cell. (Sure, he'll give him some bread and maybe a little water in a tin cup, but letting him out is just out of the question.) As Mark languishes in jail, the peril continues to increase around Rusty as the tide begins to come in. Sassy faithfully remains at his side, though, so that his last moments may be filled with sloppy kisses and puppy breath. (I guess she might be feeling just a wee bit guilty since she sort of caused this predicament in the first place.) The two young'uns in danger, Mark persists in telling the Sheriff about the poor little boy and his puppy who are moments away from a watery grave, which apparently is a story that Bill hasn't heard before (and you just know that he's heard them all).
Finally abandoning his plan to gain Bill's sympathy, Mark requests his phone call and Bill agrees since he is, after all, on the side of the law and the law says that you get a phone call. (Barney Fife would be so proud.) Mark, unfortunately for Bill, has decided that since he's already broken the law once today, assaulting an officer shouldn't add too much time to his sentence, asks what seems like an innocent question and upon hearing the answer, leaps into action with his fists, knocking the Sheriff to the ground with a well-placed, hat-rattling, key-tossing punch and goes on the lam. I hope you've got yourself a good lawyer in mind, Mark, otherwise you could find yourself working on a chain gang.
Showing that he hasn't completely turned evil, and that he really, really didn't mean to hurt the older man, Mark apologizes for striking Bill as he takes his keys and heads off to save Rusty from his watery fate. Speaking of Rusty, the water level continues to rise as the tide rushes in (and that seagull is absolutely no help to him at all because he forgot his french fries in the car), and he makes a valiant effort to be brave and save Sassy by telling her to go before she joins him in his fate. The puppy, however, has decided that she'll go down with her master if she has to. After all, someone has to comfort the poor kid, what with the Jack Elrod Ball heading off to see what's keeping Mark and to get help if necessary. I hope Mark is putting the pedal to the metal (and that he remembered to take that jack he stole, or that the car he took has one in the trunk), or he might get there too late.
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