Not that Sunday strips are necessarily something to write home about…
And I just tossed this in, because the black brown kinda cinnamony-colored bear is so gosh-darned cute!
No matter what kind of predicament you might be in, always find time to Enjoy Nature!
After all, would Mark steer you wrong?
(Oh, and if you thought that Mark was a touchy-feelie, tree-hugging wuss…he KNOWS it’s the survival of the fittest! Namby-pambies need not apply!):
…many who are housebound because of completely hellish weather conditions across more than half of the country, I remain at home, subsisting on out-of-date eggnog, sketchy turkey leftovers, and Christmas cookies. Lots of Christmas cookies. And whiskey balls…
Things are getting a bit muddled, particularly if you’re name is Jeff.
So over in Mark Trail land, bad guys have absconded with a buncha rare Indian artifacts, a canoe AND Mark himself! While briefly knocked out and tied up, one bad guy went on, but it’s not like a concussion and rope burns can keep Mark down. What. A. Guy.
The pursuit continues!
And did I mention: What. A. Guy. ?
I must mention that I love the current artwork in this story. I particularly like Mark’s expression of lucidity…will it last? Only time will tell!
Oh, no, you miserable old fart — Cherry isn’t done with you yet!
…not that several folks involved mind.
Bad guy gives them the ol’ song-and-dance, about Mark being the real bad guy…AND CHERRY BUSTS HIM IN THE CHOPS! I am not making this up! Of course, I won’t show you the original strip (check it out 12/12/13), but I will mash it!
Big thanks to CC’s Droopy for a GREAT idea!
Oh. Well, may “Whimsy” is Mark’s middle name. At any rate, how can I pass up that great illustration of Sleepy Mark?
And when you run out of daily panels, just improvise!
Was Cherry’s maiden name Litella?
And Heathcliff is quickly becoming the patron saint (or at least patron cat) of Surrealism. With a little help from Dunlap’s Ol’ Non-Stick Maple Syrup (“It’s Slippericious!“)
So it’s time to strike while the Sunday comics are hot! Like two dozen Parkerhouse rolls!
And just because of Jeffy’s expression…
