Catching up… and a Sunday extra…

We still find Doc’s abnormally large head perched atop his withering frame…


…but what in the good golly gosh is going on with Cherry’s hips?  I know it’s not polite to point and ask, but really?

And now onto really weird stuff…


I don’t often look at the Sunday installment as it has nothing to do with the ongoing “stories,” but look at the artwork here.  James Allen is still putting his name to it, but I’m not buying it.  On top of it all, Mark looks like he is showing some gray in his hair… What th-?!


…but OK, back to our new story line… Mark seems to think he can do anything he wants in the name of the magazine… but wait, did the ‘Camel’ expose just magically write itself?


Yes, Rusty, that’s the same Mr. Aldridge.  <…insert snarky comment related to inappropriate youth interactions here…> It’s good that this came along, it’s been some time since Cherry had the place to herself, or at least without Rusty…


Involved in what, Mark?  And if I’m not mistaken, Mark’s backpack is bigger than the one he had in the Himalayas!


Ick.  Really?  Frank and Ellie look barely old enough to be out of High School, let alone parents to a child that might be Rusty’s age.  And where is Rusty anyway?  Did Mark forget him at home?

Concerned about Rusty? Ha! That’s a good one!!

Ah, it’s time to gather around the Ol’ Hearth at Lost Forest!


Not to mention taking credit for stock photographs you might find!!


Doesn’t Cherry have a proper seat?  Why is she perched on the wooden arm rest with her arm around her dad?  That’s kind of creepy… The Look on Doc’s face would suggest he is quite uncomfortable with the situation…


Thanks for the public service announcement, but oh Cherry, you have no idea what Rusty is up to on the internet…  I shudder to think what is going on behind his closed bedroom door!

Oh, Thank Goodness!

Wrapping things up after a holiday weekend finds us in more familiar territory…


…a quick cut to New York offices of Woods and Wildlife Magazine…


… with Editor Bill Ellis talking to himself…  Why? because he is the only one remaining on the payroll as the world of print magazines continues to shrink.  And apparently Woods and Wildlife needs to start competing with the Weekly World News for readership… Yeti vs. Bat Boy?!


And why was Mark “expecting” a call?  Because it’s the only way we can move this slug of a strip forward, and onto the next “Adventure…”

Uhhh… James…?

Not only is this a waste of ink and time…


…but I swear we have been here before…


…Mark whining about online trolling… Hopefully Cherry sees the voodoo warrior doll off camera, and while Mark continues to prattle on about his hurt feelings (wait… he has them now?  Oh that’s right- just for himself…) The little guy pops out and spears him in the buttocks!


Struck a nerve, have we?


“Comments?”  “Rusty reads the Comments?”  Mark sits up straight as an arrow, the Primitive Trailian brain kicks in, all fight or flight…


Awww… Mopey Mark… are people making fun of you on line?  Just wait ’til that Raven swoops down and plucks out your eyeball!  Then you will know pain!  The pain we all feel day to day and we wend our way through you world…