BAHAHAHAHA!

Previously:

Finally—at an undisclosed location…Ringo, Cujo & Karma continued to wrestle with Boomer’s loss. After hours of discussion & deep-thought, Cujo had a “headslap-moment” when Karma asked a simple question, “His memory was fine in 1873?”

“AR-ROOO!!!” Cujo’s beagle-half overtook her Malamute half as she bayed, “That’s it—you’ve got it!”

I wonder what “it” is?

I wonder what “it” is?

Season 7—Chapter 11—Kolar-King—Episode 8:

Cujo quickly explained her plan—and what clue she’d been missing—and the quickly excused herself and—disappeared, “I HATE it when she does that!”

“I do too, Ringo,” Karma squawked, “But she’s like that, y’know.”

“I wish we had that power to defy time.”

“Be careful what you wish for my old friend, we have enough to do here and now—this invasion of the cartel, for one thing.”

Meanwhile—somewhere north of Devil Track Lake…Pal noticed it first, “We’re time-traveling.”

As the color faded to sepia, Boomer exclaimed, “DAISY!”

As the color faded to sepia, Boomer exclaimed, “DAISY!”

Boomer jumped down off Pal and rushed to Daisy—he remembered not remembering her—or anyone else in the 21^st Century, “I am SO SORRY!”

“Don’t be too sorry, Human-Jack, you are not at fault.”

Boomer looked up at his horse, “Why do you say that?”

“It’s something about home, the 21^st Century—or someone in our present. The title ‘Codger™‘ keeps popping into my head and I don’t know why.”

“Interesting. I know what that means, but it is not something I can discuss with you—I want to but I just can’t.”

They continued their journey and found an old logging road (IRL the Gunflint Trail) running beside a lake and decided to follow the road, “I seem to recall a small town on this road, Lullaby Creek, it’s not far away. We can get something to eat there. I’m hungry.”

“Me too!” Daisy bayed. Unfortunately, that’s all Boomer heard—Daisy’s bay—he could no longer understand sentient-critter speech.

“What—is THAT?” Kidd exclaimed.

“What—is THAT?” Kidd exclaimed.

“Now Codger™, I have you in my grasp! BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“And you would be…?”

“You will call me Kolar-King. For I am the king of the Kazakii, and this,” Kolar smiled, “is my consort, Kassandra.”

“And why, exactly, would I care?”

“Maybe you’d like your memory back?”

To be Continued…