The next day…

Chuck confronted Moe. “We’ve got a situation on our hands. The police have found out about our new animals, and so we have to get rid of them. I have a friend who’s agreed to pick them up for us. He’s also getting the weapons. He’s coming at 12:00, so smarten yourself up.”
Moe nodded, then went off to clean up.

“Acid, what time is it?” asked Phoenix Wing.
“11:55.”
“What happened to the exact amount of seconds and hundredths of a second?”
“I got tired of doing it. Hello, what’s this?” The zookeepers were opening the door. They beckoned to the animals inside, and then left. The animals followed them, not knowing what else to do. They got lead to a large van, and pushed into the back end. A few seconds later, it started rumbling off.

A while later, Foo got restless.
“FOO WANTSH TO DRIVE TEH CAR!!!”
“No, Foo, I’m afraid you can’t.”
“BUT FOO WANTSH TO!!!” Foo started hammering on the screen dividing the cargo and the driver areas. The driver lowered the screen to tell Foo to shut up, which was his biggest mistake. Foo dived through the new opening, and wrestled into the driver’s seat.
“AGHFOO!!!” Acid yelled. “NO!”
“Foo already gotsh hish driversh lishenshe!” called Foo, dodging cars and driving around in circles.
“Foo, let me drive for a sec.” Coaxed Acid.
“NO!”
“Come on, just for a sec, then I’ll let you drive again.”
“NO! FOO WANTSH TO DRIVE!!!”
“FOO!” Acid wrestled his wayward cousin out of the seat, and started driving the car. “Let’s see here, if we go this way, we should end up there…” Acid started driving in a southeasterly direction.
Meanwhile, Jack was investigating the driver’s area. He checked in the glove compartments, and generally being kind of goofy, as if he had never seen a car before. He actually hadn’t. At least not a human car. He was playing with the ceiling light when we accidentally hit a switch of some sort. A panel in the roof came loose. Jack, intrigued, poked his head into the hole. “OMIGOSH!!! IT’S OUR WEAPONS!!!” Retrieving his beloved blaster, he jumped back down. “DIE YOU WEAPON STEALER!!! DIE!!! DIIIEEEEEEE!!!! MWARHARHARHAR” He screamed, as he pummeled the previous driver (not Foo) with rapid bursts of energy.

“Okay, Foo, you can drive again now.”
“Wheefun!” Foo took up the driver’s seat.
The Van was cruising along at a leisurely 70 MPH now. (If you say 70 MPH is not leisurely, just think they were going about 140 MPH previously.) Foo was still driving, until he saw something that made him screech and slam on the brakes.
“FOO, WHAT THE FARGUS WAS THAT?!?” screamed Jack. Foo just pointed out the window, at the speed limit sign they were about to pass, followed by the radar speed detection thing. “Oh. Aren’t those things strange?”



Whee... FINALLY