Friday, March 26, 2010

Aren't you supposed to be extinct?

Because he long ago took a vow to never strike a woman with his fists (even if said woman is holding a gun on him), Mark does the only thing he can and knocks the gun from Gladys' (who I think I might just keep on calling Ma) hands with his camera, probably breaking a lens or two in the process. (I hope that camera isn't Rusty's, after everything he went through to get it back from those bank robbers.) As Mark runs from Ma, the Parker brothers are about to be intercepted by a very heroic duck. (I guess he felt a little bad about what the ducks who were supposed to escort Mark and Ben to the hospital did and is trying to make up for their cowardice.) Lucky for him, the Parkers don't appear to be armed and he can fly around the boat and out of reach while still being a nuisance.
Back on shore, Joe and Moe learn that Mark has taken some incriminating photographs of what they've been hiding in the cooler. (They also apparently decided to take a moment to give themselves kicky new summer dos.) Grabbing their guns, the two head off into the woods to try to find Mark and convince him not to talk to the authorities. Jeez guys, it's not like there was a dead body in there (at least, I didn't see one), but I guess you just don't want to go to prison, so you're going to resort to murder. Great plan, guys, great plan. Unfortunately, I don't think you realize that you're about to go up against Mark Trail, woodsman par excellence. I sure hope you look good in stripes. (We already know that Gladys does.)

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