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!
…Mommy always buys the el cheapo candy canes that just have the red stripes painted on.
Probably NOT with a toxic paint. More’s the pity.
And adding to the holiday cheer (and pain), is Big Daddy Bil sizing up Jeffy. (Dammit, the bottle on the shelf really *did* read CHLOROFORM…)
Could the holidays get any more nauseating than at or around the Keane Kompound?
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