By bats | January 7, 2013 - 12:04 pm
Posted in Category: Markin' the Trail
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It was all fun and games and zaps with the electronic doo-hickey, but The Phantom’s work is still far from over, and the most pressing need is the health and safety of the Spirit Lioness.
And here’s something, just for fun…
Personally, I think this would be a step in the right direction, too (or maybe Devil and Spirit Lioness — lose the goober in the tights):
But then, there are the inevitable doubts, and for good reason:
Oh, hey, so we finished the romance of “The Ballad of Dawn and One-Armed Jim,” and now Mary is trotting out a new Charterstone resident to inflict her meddle upon (and whom we’ll likely never see again). Mr. Dill is a retired widower with a penchant for cake decorating, and Mary has encouraged him to enter the annual Santa Royale cake-contest. I don’t know what the first prize is (maybe the opportunity to work in the Bakery at the Santa Royale Super Wal-Mart for a week), but if that’s the case the second prize is probably the opportunity to work in the Bakery at the Santa Royale Super Wal-Mart for two weeks).
The meeting of such creative minds will no doubt be exciting…but might it become confrontational, as two sensitive blossoms try to bloom together?
Dear me! Here’s a mash-up from a week or so ago that gives a little of Mr. Dill’s background (I don’t know why I didn’t post it. I was probably terribly busy getting ready for our annual New Year’s Eve party…those salmon squares don’t make themselves, you know!)
But back to today’s exciting discussion! (Because, face it, discussions with Toby are really never very exciting.)
Could life possibly be any better for Mark Trail?!? After saving the life of his kidnapper Otto, Otto mans up and decides to let Mark go, no ransom exacted.
But his henchman Juan has other ideas!!! Maybe Mark should’ve thrown him to the sharks, too, for a few moments of attitude adjustment. Still, Mark came here to fish, dammit, and no sportsman worth his salmon eggs is going to miss that!
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