The expositionest bank robbers in the West
Mark Trail, 2/4/12
Oh my God, can we please spend some time dwelling on the insanity that lurks in the few words bandied about by our cheerful bank robbers, and the abrupt transitions between them?
“Relax, Jamie, we dumped the car we stole…”
[Remember when we got into that car we never saw before, Jamie, and then I made it go without a key? That’s called “stealing.” Kind of like we did with the money! And then we just left on the side of the road, which I like to call “dumping.” Doesn’t that sound more exciting than just “leaving”? More daring?]
“…all we have to do now is hike a few miles to our hideout!”
[That’s why we brought these absolutely enormous backpacks on our crime spree. For the hiking!]
“This is bird hunting country … no one will be looking for us in these woods … We’ll be safe as long as we stay out of sight!”
[They’ll be all, “They dumped their car right near the edge of those woods, but why would they go in there? That’s bird hunting country! Bank robbers wouldn’t go and hunt birds, that’d just be silly.”]
“I hope you’re right, Jeff … I told my wife we were going on a fishing trip!”
[If she finds out that we were in bird hunting country the whole cover story will be blown to pieces! Why wasn’t I kept in the loop about the kind of recreational animal-killing landscape we’d be fleeing through?]
When I read this strip, I said to my wife, “Oh, that wacky Knute!” But then I had to clarify that I wasn’t talking about Newt Gingrich. Which brings up an important question: Is the K in Knute silent, as I’ve always assumed? Discuss, as said discussion will certainly be infinitely more rewarding than actually talking about this comic.