Just because it doesn’t make sense doesn’t mean it doesn’t belong in Mark Trail. Somehow, Mark’s commands didn’t seem so much commands as a desperate cry for a little levity amid raccoon/dog fights, kidnappings, environmental disasters, and Pop’s swamp buggy konking out (much like Pop himself).
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