Tom was driving his car through Bakersfield. He was annoyed with the traffic.

Tom: I should have taken an airplane instead of driving around like a fool. I would have beaten everypony to Seattle. *Sees a mare* Oh hello. *Stops the car* Where are anda heading?
Mare: Seattle.
Tom: That's where I'm heading.
Mare: Will anda give me a ride?
Tom: Sure. Hop in.
Mare: *Gets in the car*
Tom: *Drives* You're sexy.
Mare: Thanks. I want to-

Okay, anda don't wanna know what she's going to say, so we're going to pindah onto Pierce, and Bob. They went to where they parked their cars, but they were gone.

Pierce: *Looks at some shattered glass on the ground* Well, looks like our cars have been stolen.
Bob: That's not good. Now what?
Pierce: Looks like we're travelling together.
Bob: In what?

Pierce: *Spots the car on the road* In that. *Jumps into the car* Hey, would anda mind if I borrowed this?
Pony: *Stops the car, and runs out terrified*
Pierce: He seemed very happy to let us borrow this.
Bob: *Gets in* You're crazy.
Pierce: Thanks. *Drives*

Karl was still trying to find a car to replace his Ford with the broken window.

Karl: *Sees a sports car parked in front of him* That's a red sports car. Could it be the one to replace this Ford? *Slowly passing* Yes, it's very beautiful. This is very nice. *Spots the Mercedes Benz badge on the front, and is disappointed* I thought it was a Ferrari. Forget it, I'm staying with this car. *Drives away*

Behind him in a small town called Cawelo was Tom. He was still with the mare he picked up from Bakersfield.

Tom: That felt great.
Mare: I'm glad anda had fun.
Tom: The pleasure's all mine. So what are anda heading to Seattle for?
Mare: I'm visiting my mother, but my car is a piece of junk, and won't start.
Tom: Obviously it's not a Cadillac like mine.
Mare: 1941 Willys Americar.
Tom: Really? My mother had one of those. It was brand new, but still had engine trouble.
Mare: *Giggles*
Tom: I'm heading to Seattle for a business meeting. I would be flying there myself, but my boss suggested this. Now I'm glad he did. *Kisses the mare* This definitely beats flying. I bet he's waiting in his plane still hoping it takes off instead of constantly being delayed.

But it was the complete opposite of what Tom was imagining. Larry's plane was miles from entering Oregon.

Larry: *Looking down at the ground* Yeah this definitely beats driving.
Hostess: *Arrives* lebih champagne Mr. Wilcox?
Larry: Sure. Why don't anda give it to me in the back with the other hostesses?
Hostess: *Smiles* Follow me.
Larry: *Follows the hostess*

I can tell anda already know what's going to happen, so I won't tell you.

2 B Continued