"UUUGGGGGHHHH...." Andrea moaned, holding her stomach. "I feel so fat right now."

'I'm gonna barf..." Emmalee growled deeply.

"Me too...." tAndrea stumbles to to red jeep that they rathered into.

"ugh...." Rachel, Andrea's sister moans.

"I need a nap...." Andrea lays on her friends lap, her door still open and legs hanging out of it.

"Don't lean on me unless you want vomit all over you," Emmalee countered.

Immediately, Andrea sprang up, getting sick and light headed.

"Never. Again." Emmalee mumbles, finally shutting her door.

Mean while, the mother is patiently waiting for her girls to have their full bodies in the car.

"Where to now?" Emmalee asks.

"Walmart." the mother places the jeep in reverse and backs out, heading off to the road.

"Can we get those automotive carts and ride around in those?" Andrea asks leaning against the window.

"No, but your sister and I can push you two around in the normal carts." The mother compromises.

The girl and her friend exchange looks of appeal and excitement off the idea of being pulled in carts around Walmart without having to do much work at all.

The four girls get to Walmart and her friend and her get inside the carts, waiting to be tailored to.

Many moments go by with people walking by and laughing, knowing that youth was the true happiness and humor amongst all other ages.

"Hi," Emmalee says to a man passing by wearing baggy jeans and a brown shirt and styled brown hair. And at that moment she saw him, she thought "wow that guy must be full of shit to be wearing that much brown."

"Hi. How are you?" the guy asks, walking by.

"Good," Em responded.

A minute went by and an unknown man said, "they must be retards."

At that moment, both the mother and the sister stopped the two friends carts.

"Who said that? I wanna have a talk with them," the mother spouted.

"No, its okay." 

"No, its not." Rachel shouted.

5 minutes we wandered for the culprit and yet he never turned up.

We soon gave up and the older sister wanted a bike. It was a beautiful bike at that and none of us judged that. Many Many Many minutes the older sister decided whether or not she should get the bike and in the near end she announced, "I'll be right back. Imma get that bike." 

Rachel ran off, leaving the mother to take care of the TARDS in the walmart carts.

"HEY!" Rachel yelled, and the TARDS and the mother turned around to see the older sister riding the bike, swerving inbetween people.

Long story short, we ate Cafe Rio, felt like we might throw up, went to walmart and rode in carts, got called retards, Older Sister got a bike, and we LEFT!!!!!!! 

Thus concluding the amazing story of "4 Words...Cafe Rio...Walmart Carts."