Yea… and then this sea monster came… and…

Oh good heavens…  Mark, let me remind you- you were never attacked underwater… you assumed ill intent and you were the aggressor.  Three people are dead because of you…

I can hear their voices going up at the end of every sentence, just like kids telling parents a huge fib as to why they were late in coming home for dinner…

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Ken still looks a little rattled, but Mark has regained his equanimity… Ain’ no big thang, y’all… All in a day’s “work” for a Nature Writer…

So… We’ll never get to meet the Leader of the Bad Guys?

As Mark spills his guts to the authorities, whom he might have called in the first place, is this the end of our story?  Trail 6, Evil Hench-men zip?  Dr. Evil still at large, able to plot for another day? Or perhaps he has gone down and retrieved the Cobalt-60 by now, since there isn’t anyone to stop him…

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The guy from DHS is no doubt listening to Mark’s story and thinking, “Really?  OK, buddy, that’s a great story.  You can tell it to the judge…”  And make sure that they get Ken’s last name so that he can be fully implicated too…  Mark, you better get a copy of the report they are going to write up in order to include that with your story to the insurance company, unless you’ve got an extra 60-80 large lying around to pay for the boat you destroyed…  But then insurance policies typically exclude acts of war and terror…

Of course! It’s the Federales!

Not since USDA Agent Abbey (with an ‘e’) Powell came to rescue Wally from his Emerald Ash Borer infestation have we seen such a display of capability and might…  Let’s try to figure out how DHS got involved in this story…  My guess is that it was that Saucy Siren that sent Mark the Nuclear Dive Suit… What was her name?  Oh yea, Leslie Joyce…

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Oh, and while the henchmen still lie comatose on the beach, Agent Johnson goes for a little humor… This is my brother Darryl and and my other brother Darryl…  no relation…  So with Homeland Security on the case, what could go wrong?  Does everyone get to go home now and fill out the insurance paperwork?  At least Special Agent Johnson has an automatic weapon, and I suppose that he hasn’t the inclination to fire it randomly into the jungle…

OK, Han… We get it…

You’ve got a bad feeling about this.  Do you have another line you’d like to use??  Really, a hovercraft?  This somehow seems less menacing…  almost like a welcoming party… “You have bested my dive team and my Sea-ATV team, so you are now worthy of my hovercraft…”

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In the olden-days of Trail, Mark would cock his head to discern a distant  sound and it was usually a rifle shot (poachers!) or a Rutting Buck… No doubt he truly did not know what that sound was…  Mark you must feel as though you’ve arrived in a foreign land…

Not Ken’s first rodeo, either…

A double header, ladies and gents…  Saturday action below, which shows Ken’s pugilistic prowess, not to mention the famous Mark Trail hay-maker…

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I remember griping about the fact that Mark wasn’t allowed to hit anyone anymore in the Allen epoch, but we are apparently beyond that… as long as Mark is getting shot at (sort of, since the bullets all went the other way…) he is free to unleash his fists of fury.

From the Curmudgeon: (I missed the oddity in panel two…)

Just keeping you updated on the Trailian fisticuffs! Lotsa punching going on. Let’s focus on that and not Ken’s leg apparently phasing right through the solid matter of the bad guy’s arm in panel two. Very disturbing, the thought that Mississippi Ken might not be bound by the same laws of time and space as we are. Let’s not dwell on it. Ha ha, punching!

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A “Lullaby machine?”  Really?  That’s actually kind of funny…  And what- is Ken into Martial Arts or something?  Second panel top might suggest as much…  OK, now what?  Do they pick up the weapons and wait for the next onslaught of Henchmen?  These guys won’t stay out for long…

He’s mad as Hell…

…and not going to take it any more…  But I  mean really… Where did these guys go to bad guy school, anyway?  With spit, sunglasses and guns flying from the two that Ken took “by surprise,” let’s hope Mark is not holding back and is taking out the third…  Lesson here I suppose is never mess with a guy sporting a ponytail and a lavender t-shirt…  all might not be as it appears…

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Well kids, we’ll see where this all goes…  Ken got the drop on these two, but I’m sure there will be days of action to follow!

2 on 3? That seems fair…

And hey, wait a gosh-darned second, there, Ken… MARK owns all the obvious lines in this strip…  “They’ve run out of ammo!”  Another interesting feature of the James Allen Trail-verse:  the use of contractions-   ‘They’ve,’ ‘let’s,’ Oh dear! All stops are out now!

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I like how Ken is referring to the three as “The Bad Guys..”  and the look of blood lust on his face in panel 3 is priceless…  What would Uncle Doyle think about all this?