After successfully breaking into the abandoned store and acquiring the jack he needs to save Rusty's life, Mark finds out that the abandoned store wasn't abandoned, just closed, as the owner of said store whacks him on the back of the head with a pipe wrench. (Oops. Hope you have a hard head, my friend. Those wrenches are pretty heavy.) Of course, it could also be that a puppy-killing, child-kidnapping, bank-robbing poacher is using the store as a base of operations, but I doubt it (even if he is dressed a lot like any one of those guys).
Nope. Guess he's just the guy who owns the store. He apparently also comes from an alternate
In The Heat Of The Night/The Dukes Of Hazzard universe where the sheriff is a crooked, cigar-smoking ne'erdowell, or maybe just related to Boss Hogg. Whatever the case may be, it doesn't look good for Mark, who's headed off to jail. (I hope they don't notice the Jack Elrod Ball and arrest it too. Then Rusty would have no one to depend on but Sassy and those do-nothing pelicans who've probably already flown away.) Better call Roscoe, Enos, or Tibbs to take care of that window. A broken store window is an open invitation to all sorts of crime (and forest critters).
Regaining consciousness a short time later, Mark awakens to find himself in jail (and not the fun jail like they have on
The Andy Griffith Show where you get a nice bed and a table and a lamp and maybe even curtains). He immediately starts to plead his case, confessing that yes, he did break into the store, but it was only to save a little boy. The sheriff, unfortunately, does not look impressed as he probably hears that sort of story once a week or so. The bars on the cell, though, always on the lookout for a new joke, seem to be getting a lot of enjoyment out this. Mark, if I were you, I'd ask for my phone call and try to get this straightened out. (Maybe you should call over to
Judge Parker and see if one of them can tear themselves away from that murder investigation and help you out.)
After successfully breaking into the abandoned store and acquiring the jack he needs to save Rusty's life, Mark finds out that the abandoned store wasn't abandoned, just closed, as the owner of said store whacks him on the back of the head with a pipe wrench. (Oops. Hope you have a hard head, my friend. Those wrenches are pretty heavy.) Of course, it could also be that a puppy-killing, child-kidnapping, bank-robbing poacher is using the store as a base of operations, but I doubt it (even if he is dressed a lot like any one of those guys).
Nope. Guess he's just the guy who owns the store. He apparently also comes from an alternate In The Heat Of The Night/The Dukes Of Hazzard universe where the sheriff is a crooked, cigar-smoking ne'erdowell, or maybe just related to Boss Hogg. Whatever the case may be, it doesn't look good for Mark, who's headed off to jail. (I hope they don't notice the Jack Elrod Ball and arrest it too. Then Rusty would have no one to depend on but Sassy and those do-nothing pelicans who've probably already flown away.) Better call Roscoe, Enos, or Tibbs to take care of that window. A broken store window is an open invitation to all sorts of crime (and forest critters).
Regaining consciousness a short time later, Mark awakens to find himself in jail (and not the fun jail like they have on The Andy Griffith Show where you get a nice bed and a table and a lamp and maybe even curtains). He immediately starts to plead his case, confessing that yes, he did break into the store, but it was only to save a little boy. The sheriff, unfortunately, does not look impressed as he probably hears that sort of story once a week or so. The bars on the cell, though, always on the lookout for a new joke, seem to be getting a lot of enjoyment out this. Mark, if I were you, I'd ask for my phone call and try to get this straightened out. (Maybe you should call over to Judge Parker and see if one of them can tear themselves away from that murder investigation and help you out.)
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