Mark continues to doubt Dr. Camel’s Good Intentions…
…and then, this happens!!!
Well, nothing has been said about finishing up this current storyline (and Mark misses out on the family holidays yet again), but dang it, he has things to do! People to educate! Cool things like that! And if the story wraps up rather quickly, I’ll be blaming Dr. Camel anyway!
And again I say unto thee: “YEAH, RIGHT!”
…they’re never as noble as they start out being.
It seems that this particular storyline is winding down (there was a hint of it when the artist was being interviewed on a podcast), so even if there’s no earth-shattering kaboom! of a climax, let’s just move on. I’ll miss Libby, though, and hope she makes occasional appearances (like Dawn or Toby or Fat Bastard Professor…).
I’m hoping that there’s little to parody on 25 December, and just in case I have nothing to say (ho, ho, ho!), Scoopy has a wish for us all!
And this is an unaltered comic…I just thought it was very, very nice.
Yes, it’s a word. I just made it up!
So Estelle is going to give Wilbutt another chance? sigh Hopefully, Libby will keep him on the straight and narrow…
My personal opinion is that neither Mark nor “Ha-Haw” Camel ever outgrew the “girls are icky!” phase of development. OTOH, nothing that Mark nor Camel has done or said suggests that they’re sniping at one another.
These two can continue dissing, Genie, but an abandoned way-station is suddely a lot more interesting…
And, personally, I like David Hurst’s (on FB’s Readers of the Comic Curmudgeon) take on the exploitation of indigenous people:
Someone also wondered if a Mark Trail / Mary Worth crossover was a sign of the Apocalypse.
I don’t know. I just don’t know.
But I digress from the dangerous danger — the perilous peril — the TERRIBLE TERROR that Mark and the hiking group find themselves in! At least the selfless Mingna might be able to help!
Thank you, noble third-world person!
Unfortunately, many third-world persons appear to look like every other third-world person…
And so much for the thrills and chills of escaping the Jaws of Death ™:
I’m pretty impressed that Mark filled up a panel nearly 50% with dialogue! Well, it had to be said.
I’m sure you’ll join me in guessing how all of this is going to pan out. It’s like getting underwear for Christmas gift (heck, at least Jewish parents run out of bright ideas for Chanukah on the seventh or eighth evening of gift-giving. But still!).
So off we go to vent at Mary and choke down some holiday cheer!
The problem with Mary’s fruitcake, like most fruitcakes, it take a millennium to gag down even a small amount…good thing Genie’s in town (ruthlessly stolen from Mark Trail!).
Sometimes you just have to soldier on, rather than following Mary’s advice about living in the past, over and over and over again. (Follow at your own peril.)
No, really!
So what have we learned from a week long of Mary bloviating? If you drifted off, here’s a Sunday recap!
When you keep tossin’ back all those Pelligrinos, what good can come of it?
There’s a hint that this story-arc is wrapping up soon. Unfortunately, I don’t see Zak and Wilbutt jetting off to Fire Island for the holidays. I’m sure that not having this happen would make at least one ragged old harridan happy.
Thel’s not being an especially good girl, either….
And Thel? It seems that it’s time for a little schoolin’ for the melonheads…
We’re coming down to the home stretch, and even the melonheadiest of them all needs to realize the limits of blasphemy…
…or am I really hearing something?
Minga’s right…it’s the only merciful thing to do.
Whoa! Whoa! WHOA! Treacherous climbs! Weird sounds! Male-bonding! Sometimes, we all have to sit back and think things over quietly and calmly…
You’ll feel better…honestly!