As we walked down the tourist-filled sidewalks on International Drive, we spotted the flipped over the van and the bundles of cars awkwardly swerving over it. Plenty of signs and a telephone post were left stranded in the street.

"I won't be letting y'all drive my doggone van anytime soon," Jonny remarked.

"Nobody wants to drive your ugly van," Bell asked, "It feels all spooky in there".

"Shut the hell up, Sparky!," Jonny said.

"Honey, my feet hurt," Gretchen complained, walking about a few seconds behind the rest of us.

"Yeah, not gonna lie, me too," Marriam said.

"Well, y'all wanna stop at the next bench and wait for the trolley?" I asked.

"Hell yeah," Marriam said.

Since the next trolley was right in front of us, we all sat down at the hard bench, which was surrounded by a flimsy green ceiling with four supporting poles. Not even a second later, Bell yelled "WOOOOOO!", jumped up, and started hopping around as if he was on fire.

"Boy, what the hell is wrong with you?" Jonny asked him.

"A nail pricked my hiney," Bell responded.

"Just stand up then," Jonny replied.

"Alright," Bell said. He stood for a few seconds, and leaned on one of the poles. The ceilings and poles began to shake violently, and without warning, they collapsed upon us, causing the bench to crash upon the ground and smash in half.

"You little dog, you ruined my mascara!" Gretchen yelled. She picked up one of the poles and charged after Bell, who began sprinting in triangles, his teddy bear as his only defense. Back and forth screaming between both occurred.

"This is so funny," Jonny said, "That I'm not gonna even try to stop it".

The festive-appearing green Trolley pulled up to our stop, and the driver opened the door. As we boarded the bus, the gruff-sounding bus driver began giving us instructions.

"Alright weirdos, just sit on the bus, don't move, and uh, blow something".

"Blow something?" Jonny and Bell remarked.

"Just sit down, juveniles," the driver responded.

Marriam sat next to me on the bus and began eating her chicken sandwich. The bus driver immediately noticed.

"Ma'am, you can't eat on the bus," the driver said.

"I need to eat to live," Marriam angrily responded.

"You tryna get smart with me, lady?"

"Baby, let's try not to make a scene," I said.

"Frankly, I don't give a damn," Marriam said.

"Just get up and throw your junk in the trash," the driver said.

Reluctantly, Marriam grabbed her food, trotted down the aisle, and stopped at the trash can. She took a vicious bite out of her chicken sandwich, and spit it in the bus driver's face.

"Oooooooh!" the passengers resounded.

"You must be one crazy tramp," the driver said, "Cause it seems like you want my fist in your face".

"Bring it on, old man," Marriam responded with a snark in her voice.

"Not this bullcrap again," I remarked. I then rose from my seat and attempted to trudge my way through the recently formed crowd. The bus driver rose from his seat and took off his cap, revealing what one spectator referred to as a "Mr. Clean head".

"First off, I'm not OLD!," and with that, he gave Marriam an aggressive shove. She let out a small growl, charged at him, and began savagely pummeling blows at his face. The bus driver attempted to ward her off by delivering small kicks to her legs and desperately gripping her mid-section to push her off, but to no avail. Eventually, I arrived in front of them, and pulled Marriam off of the battered bus driver, who's face had become a solid red. A single long tear dropped from his fiery eyes.

"That is it!" He yelled at the top of his lungs, "I'd rather shoot myself than drive this little DEVIL around. Drive your own damn bus". And with that, he ripped the sharp bus keys from the ignition and pummeled it through his chest. A loud thud accompanied his fatal fall.

"Good going Mary Jane," Thomas said, "Now who the hell is gonna be our driver?"

"Who the fuck you think?" Marriam responded, "Now help me throw his dead rotten ass out the window".

"Alrighty," Thomas said. They both picked up the bus driver and flung him threw an open window, making the body crash through the window of a nearby car, which immediately began swerving before flipping over and exploding in flames and pieces.

"Damn, y'all motherfuckers steady fucking up shit today," Monica commented.

"That's just the way we roll," Marriam said while settling herself in the driver's seat and taking a nice long sip of lemonade. She slammed her foot on the gas and shot up the street, almost faster than the speed of light.

"Damn girl," Jonny said, "This ain't NASCAR. You better slow down".

"You don't like how I'm driving, then shut up!" Marriam cheered,

"Well excuse me," Jonny said.

The trolley had now approached a red light, which seemed as though it would never turn green.

"Oh my god, this light is atrocious," she complained, "Joshie, come here".

I came over the driver's side and asked, "What is it, baby?".

She grabbed on my face and stuck her tongue in my mouth. Our tongues flipped over each other, battling for dominance. We were so caught up in kissing, that we had not noticed that the light turned green.

"The light green, fools!," one young man commented, "Stop tongue fighting and go!"

"At least he has someone to tongue fight with," Marriam replied, "While you play with your sister's Barbie dolls". She slammed her foot on the gas

"What you'd just say about me?" the man responded.

I said ,"Babe, don't start another B.S fight".

"You can't get a woman, so you play with you sister's dolls," Marriam said, "Did I stutter?"

"You wanna catch these hands, girl," he said.

Marriam got out of her seat to confront the man, while I got out of position to stop her.

"You wanna fight, fool, then it's on," Marriam said. A rambunctious crowd of people, some stacking on top of seats, began to form, the majority pulling out their phones. The man began to deliver a punch to her head, but she stopped it in her tracks with her hand and gave him a swift kick to the stomach. He yelled, "AAAH!" and began to limp to the ground. Marriam took a prosperous stand above him, kneeled a tad bit, and began spitting on his face. The whole crowd silent in shock of what was occurring, save for a few people commenting, "what the hell?". After she was done, she returned to the driver seat before she noticed something drastic.

"Oh crap," she commented.

Due to the wild events that conspired in front of us, we had barely taken notice that the bus collided into a tree, with more smoke than a factory escaping from the front.

"I tried to warn you," I said.

"How the hell are we gonna get back home now?" Jonny said.

"I'm supposed to be at work in 15 minutes," one lady yelled.

"And I was on my way to a date with my friend's mom," another man commented.

"I have the answer to all your problems," Bell said as he walked to the front with his teddy. "Y'all see that Wingstop over there?" We could buy some wings, and fly anywhere we want to".

"Let's jump this dumb fool," one man commented. A group of men stormed towards Bell Jonny and Marriam halted them.

"I've got a better idea," Marriam said while pulling the lever to open the bus door. "Follow me!".

We all got off the trolley and started walking in the parking lot of a shopping center.

"Don't tell me we gotta walk all the way to our places, now," one lady commented.

"Far from it," Marriam said. She lead us to a glossy, black, golden-striped, Astro bus. She grabbed a broken piece of pavement and launched it through the window, causing shards of glass to rain on the ground.

"Joshie, lean on the door for a minute," she said. I complied, she climbed on my back, hopped in the broken window, and opened the bus door.

"Hop on, suckas," Marriam said. We all boarded on the Astro bus, which held a shiny black interior and cushion-like black seats. A flat screen TV was placed in the front, while smaller TVs were placed sparingly throughout the rows. Golden lights lined the corridor of the bus. The people gazed in awe as they drowned in the cool atmosphere. Marriam grabbed a gray pick from her purse and successfully turned it in ignition. As she began driving, she said, "Oh Joshie...".

"I'm on it!" I said as I hurried back and began French kissing her. I sat in the driver's seat alongside her as the bsu began singing along to Lil Jon's "Get Low", which had played on the radio. In almost no time, we pulled up to the Hilton Orlando and boarded off the bus.

"Y'all on your own now," she yelled.

"Wait, with the van gone, we don't have any transportation," Jonny said, "How the hell we supposed to get back to the damn airport?"

"Bell," Marriam called out, "Go on the bus and keep those people entertained".

"Okey-Dokey," he said as he got back on the bus and we headed back to the hotel to pack up our materials.

Once we arrived at our room, we were greeted by Mariah and her friends chasing the puppy around the room.

"Alright, puppy lover club," Jonny said, "pack your stuff because we gotta G-O".

Shanequia began to rummage through her bag in a panic, then she yelled, "Where the hell are my alligator twinkies?".

"Sorry," Emmani said, "I was hungry as hell".

"I told you not to eat that girl's stuff!" Azyrea said.

"Should've listened to your friend, baby," Shanequia said, "Now you owe me a hundred dollars".

"What happens if I don't pay you?" Emmani asked with an attitude.

"You'll see, girl," Shanequia said.

"Y'all ready to go?" Jonny asked.

"Does it look like it, sucka?" Azyrea asked.

"Excuse me for asking," Jonny said.

After a few minutes, we all got our stuff, headed out, and ran to the Afro bus, where we heard a loud, ear-piercing cry. Once we boarded on that cozy black bus, we saw Bell crying, next to his now headless teddy bear.

"Which one of y'all punks did this to my brother?".

"Sorry," a musclebound man said, holding the head of the teddy bear in the air, "But this boy was annoying as hell"

"It's alright," Jonny said, "I'll just buy him a new one"

"Why would you do that?" Gretchen asked, "You know he's grown attached to that thing".

"A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do," Jonny replied.

"You haven't satisfied me in a couple months," Gretchen said, "And I got a sewing kit at home, I'll fix it right up".

"Alright then," Jonny said, "But how the hell have I not satisfied you?"

"Everytime we make love, you yell somethin' like 'Choco-Vanilla Bang Bang'." she explains, "It totally ruins the mood".

"You laugh when I do it," Jonny said.

"Cause I don't wanna hurt your fragile little ego,' Gretchen said.

"My ego ain't fragile, lady," Jonny said, "Better watch that little mouth ya got". His demeanor fluctuated between playful and serious in the same sentence.

"Exactly what I mean right now," Gretchen said, "I said a few little words and you're already looking like a little cherry".

"Them weren't words," he said, "thems's were insults!"

"Stop taking stuff to the heart," Gretchen said, "Honey Glaze Lil' Boy".

"Me honey glaze?" Jonny asked, "I done saved you so many times and you got the nerve to me honey glaze?"

"Negro, I can carry my own," she retaliated, "I don't need yo' help, I can handle myself".

"I told you about yo' mouth lil girl," Jonny said.

"I don't give a damn what you tell me, you ain't my daddy," Gretchen said. The people on the bus began to realize that this wasn't just a cutesy little argument, and slowly, a crowd began to form. Cameras were being pulled out.

"I ain't scared to put a hurting on ya," he said.

"I doubt it," Gretchen said, "You're so damn weak I be Grady's stronger than you, and besides, everytime I go off on your trick self, all you do is that corny pudding pop 'Bippity-Boo, Dippity-Doo' bullsh..."

BOOM!!!!!!

The whole bus froze in stunned silence, aside from a few kids saying "oooh", and Marriam turned the radio off. All that was heard was the motor of the bus, which even seemed to quiet down. Due to Jonny's often playful and positive nature, even in worse scenarios, I never thought I'd see the day where he'd lay hands on a woman, let alone his own wife. He then picked Gretchen up off the ground and grabbed her by the shirt collar.

"Listen here, lady, I've been working day and night to provide for your spoiled, ungrateful self, and our child, and you repay me by trying to put me down in a bunch of strangers? And if you ain't gon show me any respect, Imma just toss ya to the side and find a better wife". He tugged himself off of her.

"You know what?" Gretchen said with menace as she tried to fight back tears, "I refuse to stay on the bus with a damn monster with no self-control. I'd rather walk to the airport myself".

"Why you running yo mouth?" Jonny said, "I don't care".

Marriam pulled the bus over, Gretchen grabbed her bags, and stormed off the bus. Everyone began to watch as Gretchen stormed down the sidewalk.

I felt conflicted about the situation. At times, it seemed Gretchen simply leeched off of Jonny rather than being his girlfriend, so it was quite a surprise to see him stand up for himself. However, I disliked the manner in which he did. But before I began to talk to him, Peaches had already walked up to him. Her baby was fiddling in a big yellow pouch that she strapped to herself

"Jonny, you okay?" she asked him.

"I guess," he said.

"For the record, it's nice to see you defend yourself for once, homie," she said, "Just don't morph into the damn hulk next time"

"I'll try not to," Jonny said, "I just had a lot of bottled up anger that just, well, exploded".

"So this ain't the first time somethin' like this went down?" she asked

"The arguing," Jonny said, "Yes. I'm not big on hurting feelings, so I'd try to joke the arguments away, but deep down, it bugged me more than a mosquito in July".

"You tried talking about it before?"

"Well, yeah, but she always changes the conversation to her wants, and barely hears me out"

"You just gotta put your foot down sometimes," she explained, "not like today, but you gotta remind that girl who's the man in charge.".

"Hmm," Jonny said, "That sounds like something I should try".

"Yeah, but despite them flaws," she said, "I admire a brotha like you. With everybody and their brother tryna be thugs and all that, you a diamond in the rough. And if that girl can't recognize it, you better drop her like she on fire"

Jonny laughed a bit, and said, "Thanks Peaches, I ain't got no business thuggin' anyway, and if she don't respect me, I'm drop her!"

"Damn right," Peaches said, "And if you need some help when somethin' crazy happens or you need a woman to vent to, you know who to call".

"I know," Jonny said with a grin of approval, "But don't you have a man?"

"Yeah," Peaches said, "But I ain't tryna be your girlfriend or nothin'. Just wanna let ya know that I'm there for you."

"Thanks, girl" Jonny said.

"Anytime, brtoha," she said.

They both shared a friendly hug with each other, and Jean Angel began crying.

"Hey," Jonny said, "I got some milk my backpack".

"Thanks, but I don't need it," she said. She picked up Jean Angel from her pouch and began breastfeeding her.

"I like it natural," Peaches said, "I don't trust that formula crap, could be poison in it or something".

"More for me, then," Jonny said, pulling a bottle of milk from his bag, and chugging it all down as if his life depended on it.

"Alright everybody" Marriam yelled from the driver seat, "Let's get up us off this bus!". We all rose from our seats and headed towards the airport.

"Ice cold," Marriam commented to Jonny as he got off, "Left your wife walking on streets".

"Hey, ain't my fault," he said.

We continued walking across the palm-tree decorated parking lot, dodging tourists, until we passed through the sliding doors of the airport, greeted by a festive piece of artwork portraying a group men, women, and children dancing with smiles across their faces.

"They sure know how to make a brotha feel welcome ," Jonny commented.

It was then that he noticed Bell scribbling on the artwork with a brown crayon.

"What in the living hell do you think you're doing?"

"I'm tryna add myself in the fun," Bell said.

"If you don't get your self up here," said Johnny. He immediately caught up with the group as we scrolled through the populated airport. More artwork, including sunny potraits, houses, and painting of people enjoying themselves lined the corridor. In front of the ticket booth, there was an extended line of what seemed to be a thousand people.

"I don't got time for this!" Marriam yelled. She began aggressively cutting the line, pushing anybody out of her way as we followed suit, ignoring the multitude of complaints. At the booth, Marriam ordered us all tickets to Cookie Ranch.

"I'm surprised you folks want to go to that crazy town," the woman at the booth said.

"Cookie Ranch is my life," Marriam said.

"Okay dokey, then," the woman said, "Flight leaves at 3, here's your tickets".

She handed us the tickets and Marriam passed them down the line. Afterwards, we began walking toward security. They consisted of overweight men and women who seemed to have their hands hungry for a pat down.

"Listen here," Mariah said, menacingly pointing her finger at them, "Lay a hand on me or my squad, and I will rip your damn throat out and feed it to your mother, understand?!"

"Well, damn," one of the officers said.

Every single one of us walked past security and continued strolling until we arrived in the waiting area. The area consisted of various fast food express booths, and additionally hosted two Chinese food booths, a Starbucks booth, and a smoothie stand. However, compared to the other populated areas of the airport, this section was a tad barren. One of the Chinese chefs emerged from their respective booths holding a plate full of orange chicken samples in a cup.

"Would you like a sample sir?" the chef asked.

"Well, hell yeah," Bell said. He grabbed one of the samples and gulped them down in less than a second.

"Where can I find some more of these?" Bell asked.

The chef replied, "If it's more you seek, then come to Kung Pao Wok".

Bell did not hesistate to sprint over to the Kung Pao Wok stand, where he jumped over the stand as employees moved out of the way in shock. He scooped a handful of orange chicken, gobbled them up as fast as he could. The chefs attempted to stop him, but could not keep up with his rapid movements. One of them yelled, "Security!", and in a flash, guards zoomed over and grabbed Bell.

"Is this your child," one of the officers asked Jonny.

"He's my brother, dumb-nut!" Jonny exclaimed.

"Watch it," the officer said, "Anyways, due to his reckless behavior, we'll have to detain your brother for three hours".

"But our flight leaves in two!" Monica said.

"Oh Boo-Hoo," the officer said as he escorted Bell off, "Tell that sad story to the children in Africa, will ya!"

"Not all of them are poor, jackass!" Mariah yelled.

Looking at Bell and the officers from a distance, Jonny said, "Great, now what the hell are we gonna do?"

Johnny replied, "Hmm, we could check for another flight".

"Let's do it!" Grady cheered.

We swiftly walked back to the ticket booth, and Thomas hastily asked the lady behind the counter, "Excuse me, but when's the next flight to Cookie Ranch?"

"Pshh," she snarled, "There won't be another flight into that hick town until next week".

We walked away from the ticket booth and ventured to a corner where there was seldom a walking person.

"Damn," Azyrea commented, "We can't wait that long. What the hell are we gon do?"

"We gotta free him," Jonny said.

"And we're gonna do that how???" Emmani asked.

"I have no idea," Jonny said, "How about we get a smoothie then I'll think of something?"

"What!" Monica said, "Your brother is in airport jail, your wife is in the streets, and you over here worried about a smoothie?"

"It's how I get my best ideas," Jonny said.

"We got two hours," Kenyelle said, "We got more than enough time".

"I guess," I said, "Let's go then!"

We all strolled along, dodging the heavy walking traffic, to the food court. Jonny had his eyes set on Tropical Smoothie Cafe, however, the line itself seemed to take up half of the entire food court.

"We're not gonna wait this long for a damn smoothie to get your 'brain juices' going,"
London said, "You better think of something now".

"I'll just cut the line," Jonny said, "If I explain myself, they'll understand".

"I swear you're just as dumb as your brother sometimes," London said. Jonny ignored walked in front of the first man in line.

"Hey man, what's your problem?" the man snapped.

"You look like you got the problem, boy," Jonny snapped back.

"You tryna get smart with me?" the man replied, shaking his first.

"That, was just a joke," Jonny said, "But see, I had to skip ya cause, see, the um, well..."

"I don't give a damn," the man said, "go to the back of the line before I make you see stars!"

"I need my smoothie wayyy more than you," Jonny said, "Trust me, I do".

"Whatever," the man said, "Bet you're not ready to fight for it"

"I'll fight for my smoothie now," Jonny said.

"Let me see you do it then!" The man yelled.

Jonny threw a left blow at the man's jaw, causing him to return a sharp punch in stomach. They continued throwing punches and shoves at each other until the brawl escalated to the counter. Jonny hugged the man's back, picked him up, and slammed him over the smoothie machine, which began shooting out pink and green smoothies. Jonny began savagely slurping it down from the machine while the employees called for security.

"And as usual, he messed it up," Shanequia commented.

The guards came rushing to Jonny and immediately arrested him once they arrived.

"At least I got my smoothie!" he cheered as the officers dragged him away.

"We gotta find a way to free these fools," Marriam said.

"Well," I said, "We need to get a map of this doggone place so we can find the 'jail', and we got to find a way to seduce the keys away from the guard".

"Can't we just give him a beat-down?" Marriam asked.

"Well, that works too," I said, "Let's go see if they have a map anywhere".

We continued our stroll across the airport until...

BAM!

I walked face first into an illuminated poster that stood in the middle of the walkway, leading to me stumbling a bit and mild head pain.

"There's your map right there," Mariah said.

I took a second look at a poster and saw a digital map that had rainbow coding. I analyzed and scanned the map for the airport detention centers. After a few seconds, I located them behind the restrooms in the further south area of the airport.

"They're in the back behind the restrooms!" I said.

"The north back or the south back?" Marriam asked.

"The south back," I said, "Let's go!"

Every single one of us dashed through the art drenched corridors of the airport without regard for anyone who passed him. After ten minutes of scrimmaging around the vast airport, we finally arrived at the menacing grey door that held the airport's detention center with a complicated nine-hole lock and pass code, albeit panting and out of breath.

"How...the...hell...are...we gonna...get through....this junk?" Kenyelle asked.

"We just wait til' the guards leave, and snatch the keys," I said, "We'll also force him to give us the combination"

"Damn," Marriam said, "Just a week ago you would never suggest somethin' like that".

"It's our only option," I said, "If there was a legal way to solve this I'd be all for it".

"So how long are we gonna wait for security to come out?" Monica asked.

"As long as possible," I said.

One guard left the center, and instantly, we tackled him like a hurdle of football players.

"Give us the freaking code!" Mariah yelled at the top of her lungs.

The guard kicked us all off and drew a gun at us.

"This is madness," Johnny commented with his hands up in a surrender.

"You ghetto fools thought you could rob me, huh?" the officer said, "Follow me, juveniles".

The officer held us at gunpoint with his left hand and moved his right hand rapidly to unlock the door . We nervously followed him into the cold, soulless, and haunting atmosphere of the detention center, consisting of mostly teenagers lined up in mock jail cells, containing nothing but a concrete floor and a minuscule, malfunctioning television set. The guard led our male companions to the prison cell with Jonny and Bell, while the women were sent to an adjecent cell.

"What y'all got in here for?" Jonny asked.

"We attacked the guards so we could free y'all," I said, "Bad decision, appearently"

"So we gotta find a way to escape this cell in about an hour and a half," Jonny said.

Bell got up and began randomly banging the cell screaming, "LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! AAAAAHHHH!"

"That ain't gonna work," Jonny said, "We gotta think of somethin' else"

"Bro, you might wanna check this TV," Jonny said.

We all focused on the small television set, which displayed a female news anchor who began reporting:

"This just in, a young Caucasian woman identified as Gretchen has been kidnapped by two men wearing black Ku Klux Klan type masks. Various traffic cameras have been analyzed and it seems the kidnappers are headed..."

The TV displayed a montage of static while Jonny was froze up.

"Bro, you okay?" Johnny asked.

"Damn far from it!" Jonny said, "We gotta save her now!"

"I'm not going," Bell said, "You think I give a damn about that girl? I ain't a sucka!"

"Now is not Eazy-E time!" Jonny said, "We gotta get the heck outta here!"

"And just how are we gonna get the hell outta here?" Johnny asked

"We gotta brain storm somethin'," Jonny said, "Now everybody, think!"

"I have an idea," Bell said, "We're all big strong men, right?".

"YEAHHH!" We all cheered in unison.

"So all we gotta do," Bell began to explain, "Is bunch together and stomp a big ol' hole in the ground".

"That's not gonna get us out at all," I said

"That sounds stupid as hell," Jonny said, "But it's worth a try".

We all hurdled together and frantically stomped on the floor with our greatest strength. While stomping, I tripped over Johnny's leg and fell backwards into the bars, causing them to bend.

"Hey you guys!!!" I yelled, "We can stop the stomping, these bars can bend".

"Freakin' awesome!!!!" Jonny yelled, "Let's escape!!!!".

As we bent the bars, the women began to bend the bars also, along with some of other individuals held in the detention center. Eventually, we bent the bars to such an extent that we created a large enough gap to escape from.

"I'm getting out first, suckers!!!" Johnny said.

"Not if I can help it," Thomas said as he stretched his arm out to block Johnny.

We all tumbled over each other in a gigantic pile while breaking out of the cell.

"Damn, you guys look like morons," Marriam commented.

"At least we got out our cell," I said while arising from the pile.

"Let's ditch this hell-hole!" Jonny cheered before we all stampeded towards the exit. Once we ran out of the detention center, I spotted a resting guard, who was immediately trampled by the multitude of people who escaped with us. We all continued dashing until we were certain that the guard wouldn't notice us, and stopped in a nearby corner of the airport lobby to catch our breath.

"So, how are we gonna get Gretchen if we don't know where the hell she is?" Marriam asked Jonny.

"The news station!" Jonny cheered, "They might repeat the story, and since there's flat-screens in here, they won't scratch out the location".

"Or..." Marriam said, "We could just check it on our phones". She pulled out her purple iPhone and began searching for the news story to find Gretchen's location.

"Okay," she said while reading the story, "Apparently the kidnappers are headed north on Interstate Four and were last spotted in the Maitland area".

"Where in the hell is that?" Jonny said.

"I know where it is," Marriam said, "Just follow me".

"Baby, we don't have a mode of transportation," I said, " I doubt we'd wanna walk all the way up the Interstate".

"Wait," Kimberly said, "Remember when we were running out of that airport jail?"

"Yes," Jonny said.

"I think I saw some buggies over there," Kimberly said.

"I ain't traveling no buggy down a busy interstate," Jonny said.

"If you really gave a damn about your wife," Kimberly said, "You'd hop your big black butt on that buggy and save her!".

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Jonny said, "To the buggies!"

As we all sprinted off to the buggies, Bell said to Jonny, "Hey, none of this wouldn't have happened if you didn't let Gretchen off of that bus".

"Ya think?" Jonny snapped.

We finally arrived at the section of the airport containing a vast array of four-passenger white buggies with mini-trunks and a plastic roof.

"We need keys!" Jonny said.

"Where the hell are we gonna find em'?" Marriam asked.

"Wait a minute," De'asia said, "Some of these thangs are push to start".

"Thank goodness," Jonny said. We noticed that the push to start buggies had a black stripe on them, and settled in. I located myself in the driver's seat of one with Marriam in the passenger side, and Jonny and Kimberly in the back. However, there wasn't quite enough for all of us.

"Hey!" Monica said, "Where the hell are we supposed to go?"

"Yeah!" Thomas agreed.

"Hmm," Marriam said, "You two can squeeze in that mini-trunk".

"I don't mind being squished together with my baby," Thomas said, giving Monica a flirtatious glare.

"Whatever," she said, giggling at his remark. They then walked up to the mini-trunk of our buggy, climbed in, and twisted themselves in various uncomfortable positions. In the midst of this, Thomas accidentally kneed Monica in the nose.

"What the hell?!" Monica said.

"Sorry," Thomas said squeamishly.

"Look, here's what the hell we gon' do," Monica said while climbing out of the buggy. "You are gonna lay your behind down, and I'll sit on your lap. Got it?"

"You know it," Thomas said as he reclined in the mini-trunk. Monica climbed in the mini-trunk and sat on his lap.

"Y'all ready to go!" Jonny cheered

"Yeaaaaahh!" Marriam said. I pressed the "push to start" button and began driving the buggy out of the airport. The other buggies began to follow suit as I swerved at high speed
through the corridors to avoid pedestrians. The automatic doors slid open for us and we raced through the parking lot before driving north on Jeff Fuqua Boulevard. Behind us, Jonny drove a buggy with Bell as a passenger with Peaches and London as passengers.

"What kind of car has no radio?'" Bell said, "I wanna listen to some Adele, dammit!".

"I don't care about that, schmoe!" Jonny said, wiping sweat off of his forehead. Just then his phone's ringtone began playing Rick Astley's "Never Gonna Give You Up".

"THAT'S your ringtone?" Peaches asked.

"Don't judge me smelly!" Jonny said before answering the phone.

"Hello?"

"It's me, Gretchen,".

"Hey, baby, you alright?"

"Hell no! I was kidnapped by these smelly dudes in black KKK masks, they kept calling me racist names, now I'm locked in this dark old car building, and I'm scared for my damn life. Not to mentioned you hit in front of everybody on the bus and let me walk off! I hate you Jonny! You really screwed up this time!"

"Look, honey, I'm..I'm sorry for what I did, I know things are crazy right now but calm down, we're gonna..."

"CALM DOWN?! I'm under custody of two racist kidnappers and you want me to calm down???"

"Yes, look, what street you on?"

"I'm on the corner of North Orlando Avenue and East Horrion Drive"

"Alright, I'll google it and we'll be there in no time!"

"You better, Jonny! Bye!"

"Bye Gretchy Pie!". He made smooching noises before he hung up the phone.

"Lame!" Bell said.

"Man, be quiet," Jonny said, "I gotta text Mary so she know where to go". He began texting Marriam the location, and once he sent the message, he lost control of the buggy, causing it to swerve around the road and have a head on collision with a palm tree. The loudness of the crash forced me to slam on the brake.

"Damn, Jonny," Marriam said, looking at him out of the golf cart. I pulled over and Marriam, Jonny, and Kimberly folloed as we went over to Jonny's buggy. The other buggies followed suit.

"Wait," Johnny said, "Where are Monica and Thomas?".

"Right here," Monica said as she felt on Thomas.

Jonny, Bell, Peaches, and London surrounding the impounded buggy.

"I know somebody who could fix it real quick," London said, "Let's call him".

"You can forget about that," Marriam said, "We only have a little bit over an hour left."

"Well, excuse me," London said, "You have any plans?".

"As a matter of fact, I do," Marriam said. "Jonny and Bell will get in the trunk with Mariah and them, and Peaches and London will get in the trunk with Shanequia and them. Problem solved."

"I guess that'll work," Jonny said. Jonny, Bell, Peaches, and London went to their respective mini-trunks as Marriam, Jonny, Kimberly, and I went back to our buggy.

"So, you know where we going?" I asked Marriam.

"Gimme a minute to google this place up first," she replied. She began typing in the location on her phone.

"Got it!" she said, "keep straight on this road and make a left on Howell Branch Road, which will turn into East Horatio Avenue. Keep going until you reach Orlando Avenue, and there will be an abandoned car shop on the corner".

"Thanks Mary," I said.

"No problem, Joshie," She replied.

Meanwhile, at the abandoned car shop, Gretchen was locked in an empty, grey-walled, building with cold cement floors. The windows gave the room a pattern of rectangular illumination in the front of the building, however, the sides and corner were engulfed in dark shadows. She paced around the building nervously, fearing her fate, as two guys wearing black Ku Klux Klan trotted outside of the building, one talking on his phone, and one swinging his keys back and forth. After a few minutes, black Toyota pulled in the driveway, and the men headed for the trunk. The anonymous driver pushed a button to let the trunk up, and the men lifted an unmarked brown box. They carried it all the way to the front door, briefly placed it down to unlock it, and carried it inside. Gretchen stopped pacing and froze up in terror One locked the door while the other grabbed the materials out of the box.He pulled out two foot-long ropes, silly string, dog food, a Barney DVD, and small SpongeBob Television set.

"What the hell?" Gretchen silently commented to herself.

"You got a problem with my materials, white girl?" the man asked. He had a slight accent in his voice, making him sound a tad similar to Stewie.

"You seem weird and creepy," Gretchen said.

"Ah, yes," the man said, "the white women are always judging the habits of a black man. If only I gave a damn".

"Dude, if you were white, I'd still say you're weird and creepy," Gretchen replied.

"Looks like somebody has quite a mouth on them," the man replied. The second man walked up and both grabbed two sets of handcuffs.

"Too bad those pink lips of yours have gotten you in quite a bit of trouble," the second man second.

"The hell you mean 'trouble'?" Gretchen asked.

The men carried her and laid her down on a vacant desk in the building, in spite of her protestant screams, and began handcuffing her arms and legs to the table.

"What the hell are you doing?" Gretchen said as she wiggled in an attempt to escape.

"Well," the first man said while handcuffing Gretchen, "I saw a picture of you all hugged up on my homie Jonny. He was my childhood friend and your pale tail sucking all the soul from this brotha! That ain't right, woman! THAT AIN'T RIGHT!".

"I'm not sucking the soul out of your friend," Gretchen explained, "Me and Jonny have an awesome relationship".

"Then explain the text the brother sent me," the second man said while reaching in his pockets. It displayed a kik message on his phone from Johnny that read: "Look man, I love my Gretchie-Pie, but lately, she's been draining my energy man".

"I've been working on that," Gretchen said, "And I was draining his energy, not soul, fools".

"Same difference, cave-woman!"the first man yelled, "And for working your she-devil ways on my homeboy Jonny, we're gonna kill you!"

"Look, you stink breath pathetic man," Gretchen said, "Let me go, now!".

"I'm afraid not," the first man said while grabbing the bag of dog food.

"What the hell are you doing with that?!" Gretchen asked.

"Well, I know you white folks always expect us to have guns," the second man said, "So we cooked up a surprise for you".

"Ah yes," the first man said, "I will pour some of this dog food on you, and my homie Kane is coming over with a boatload of pitbulls. They will devour you, and you will die. Any questions?".

"You sickos better let me out right now," Gretchen said, "I will make it out alive and sue you"

The first man replied, "I'm thinking, I'm thinking, I'm thinking.....HELL NO!". And with that, the second man poured dog food on her torso.

"And until my man comes with the dogs," the first man said, "We'll turn on some lovely Barney episodes for you as me and homie freestyle".

"I don't wanna see or hear that," Gretchen said, closing her eyes.

"Should've thought about that before your forced your wretched pink self in the mind of my man Jonny," the first man said. "Damn you, white woman!"

CRASH!

Pieces of glass flew in the building as I drove the buggy through the building and the other buggies followed suit. Mariah steered her buggy rough and ran over the first man, sending him flying to the wall. Marriam hopped out the buggy, drew a gun from from purse, and began firing at the second man while yelling, "Let my bestie go!".

"That trick just killed my homie!" the first man yelled, "It's on, suckers!".

"Nobody calls my wife the T-word!" I yelled as if I possessed super-powers. I lifted up the Spongebob Television and slammed the front through the first man's head, causing electricity to fill every orifice of his body as he squirmed and shook before collapsing on the floor. Marriam and Jonny began removing the handcuffs from Gretchen.

"Thank goodness you guys came," Gretchen said, "I was about to get eaten by some dogs".

"You know we always looking out for ya, baby," Jonny said.

"Hey, Jonny," Gretchen said while rising from the desk , "One of the guys mentioned getting a text message from you about the status of our relationship".

Jonny grew a shocked expression and stood still like a statue. Gretchen tapped him on the shoulder, and said, "You okay, honey?".

Jonny yelped, "AAH!", and ran over to the second man and pulled off his mask. His eyes widened in surprise.

"That's my homie Pierre," he said.

"Wait, you knew this sicko?" Gretchen said.

"Yeah, he was one of my buddies since middle school," he said.

"And you didn't know he was a black supremacist?" Marriam asked.

"He joked about it," Jonny said, "But I didn't he was for real!"

"That boy was crazy," Bell said.

"Yep, he was," Jonny said.

"You're not about to grieve over somebody who tried to kill me?" Gretchen said.

"He was my homie," Jonny said, "Just a little messed up in the brain".

Marriam pulled out her phone to check the time, and she displayed a slight shock.

"Thirty minutes til' the flight leaves," she said.

"Oh crap," Mariah commented. We all rushed back to our respective buggies, excluding Gretchen, who noticed the buggies were full.

"Well, just where in the hell am I supposed to sit?" she asked.

"In the trunk, Gretchie!" Grady said pointing to the buggy's mini-trunk.

"It'll do, I guess," she commented.

All of us darted our buggies through the broken window of the car shop and onto the highway , using it as our personal speedway, swerving in the other lanes whenever we came in contact with a car.

"Looks like we'll get to this flight in no time," I said.

"Damn right," Marriam said, "We really came through today".

"Yep, and nothing can stop us now," I said before leaning to give her a quick peck on the lips. Once I looked forward, a multitude of vehicles in each lane were frozen in position.

"Looks like something done stopped us," I said.

"Dammit," Marriam said, "How the hell are we gonna get through this?"

"Well," Jonny said, looking at the opposite side of the road, "The other side seems to be pretty uncongested..."

"Y'all fools already made me do some crazy stuff," I said, "I refuse to drive on the opposite side of the road".

"Besides, there's a sidewalk," Kimberly said, "We could drive on that. I swear y'all fools just ask for trouble".

"Trouble my middle name, baby," Johnny replied, "But we can take the chicken-ol' sidewalk if you guys want to".

"How the hell can a sidewalk be chicken?" Kimberly asked.

"They just look like it," Johnny said.

"Typical dumb Johnny," Marriam said, "Joshie, you can take the sidewalk if you want".

"And that's exactly what I'm gonna do," I said, steering the buggy over to the sidewalk and driving on it. The remaining buggies followed us immediately. A man from one of the cars yelled, "Take me with you!".

"Screw you!" Mariah yelled, pointing a middle finger as she zoomed by in her buggy.

Zipping past traffic in our buggy, I was confident in our ability to arrive at the airport in time for our flight. That is, until I spotted a police car parked on the sidewalk. An officer, alongside the paramedics, were present in the road investigating two cars that were involved in an accident; one car, a blue Honda, laid flipped to the side, and another, a gray Toyota, had the entire front damaged. Past this accident, traffic looked clear.

"We need to find a way to get past this police car," I said.

"I know a way," Marriam said.

"It is illegal or stupid?" I asked.

"Yep," she said, "All we gotta do is push the police car outta the way, and there! Clear path!"

"Look," I said, "We're in enough trouble with the law as is, I'm just gonna ask the officer to move the car".

"Whatever floats your boat," Marriam commented, rolling her eyes.

I stepped from the buggy and walked towards the officer.

"Sir, I'm gonna need you to move away from the accident scene," the officer said before I could even get close to him.

"But officer, I need to..."

"Sir, Please remove yourself from the accident scene".

I trudged by to the buggy before slouching in my seat.

"So, the hell are you gonna do now?" Marriam asked me, displaying a devious smile.

I hesitated before saying, "Let's run that summer sucker over!"

Marriam and I hopped out the buggy and sprinted to the police car. We both placed our hands on the back of it.

"Alright," she said, "On the count of three. One, two..."

She couldn't make it to three before we started pressing on the back of the police car to push it in the street. Initially, it was a bit of a hassle, but after a few seconds, we were able to push the car into the streets with ease.

"Hey!" the officer called out. Marriam and I dashed back into the buggy. I instantly stepped on the gas, sending the buggy darting up the sidewalk as the others followed. Also following was a police car, blaring a loud siren. Since we had passed the accident, the road was mainly clear, so I jotted back in the street.

"Pull over right now!" The officer yelled.

"Eat my fist, sucka!" Johnny yelled with a fist pointing at the officer.

We continued zooming through the streets in our buggies as the the police car continued to pursue us. Cars were frantically pulling over to the sides of the streets as we tried to escape the law to catch our flight. I could hear him in the background requesting for back-up.

"How much time do we have?" I asked Marriam, who pulled out her phone afterwards.

"13 minutes til' three," she said.

"CRAAAAP!" I yelled while continuing to drive my absolute fastest. However, against my efforts, the buggy began to slow down.

"Oh man," Johnny said, "What's going on?".

I looked behind the steering wheel and noticed the tank rapidly approaching E.

"Oh no, we're out of gas!" I said.

"Let's bail," Marriam said.

Johnny, Kimberly, Bell, Jonny, Monica, Thomas, Marriam, and I jumped out of the buggy and began running on the sidewalk as the buggy stood in the middle of the street. A clean, green, four seat convertible on the road caught our eye. I especially noticed how Marriam eyed the car.

"Let me guess, we're gonna jump in that dude's car?" I asked her.

"Hell freakin' yeah," she replied. As soon as we caught up with the convertible, we all climbed and jumped in. Marriam and I laid sloppily in the passenger seat, while the rest bunch up in the back seats. The driver looked at us stunned.

"Who the fudge are y'all?" he asked.

"Don't worry about that," Marriam said, "Just take us to the airport"

"Trick there's a lot of mothaf..."

"What the heck did you just call my wife?" I said to him.

"Yeah, I called her a trick, but that ain't important. What's important is..."

It was too late, as I already threw a hard punch in nose, resulting in blood and snot on my knuckles. I reached for the front door, opened it, and pushed him until he was in the street. I took over as the driver and began speeding to the airport.

"Damn, thanks Joshie," Marriam said, "But you called me your wife?"

"Yeah," I replied.

"Aww," she said, "You wanna marry me".

"Not quite ready for that," I said, "But it's a start".

She gave me a peck on the cheek as we shot down a hill. By now, there were three police cars chasing us.

"Let's do something to distract them," Johnny said.

"Please don't do something stupid" Kimberly said.

Kimberly spoke a little too soon, as Johnny stood up in his seat, pulled his pants down, and mooned the officers, as well as the other buggies and people surrounding him.

"Fool, get your ass out the damn air!" Mariah yelled.

"Never!" Johnny said. Just then, a black bird hit his backside. After the bird fell, he pulled his pants up and sat down.

"Not one of my brightest ideas," Johnny said.

"Ya think?" Kimberly said.

We finally arrived at the airport, however, we did not stop to get off our vehicles, as there were five police cars pursuing us now. Instead, I drove through the sliding doors and through the airport corridors. People looked on as the convertible, buggies, and police cars raced through the airport, trying to decipher what the hell was occurring before them. I swerved through the food court, causing herds of people to leave in panic as tables, food, and chairs were flying in the air. We flew passed security and people arrived at the end of the waiting dock. Our flight had arrived, however, they began to slowly let the stairway to the door up. We jumped out of our vehicles and scrammed our way up the slowly rising stairs into our flight. The doors were fully shut by the time the officers arrived.

"Damn, that was close," I said.

"Ooh, you said the damn word," Marriam said.

"BLAST," I yelled, "It slipped out".

As the plane took off, I noticed Gretchen and Jonny behind us, tongue wrestling as they were feeling each other up. I smiled, knowing that we contributed to them displaying this kind of affection for each other again.

"Joshie," Marriam said, tapping me on the shoulder, "We really came through this time".

"Yep," I said, "And I know the perfect way to celebrate.

Our lips met, and we exchanged a slow, long passionate kiss. We laid back in the flight, not worrying about onlookers, as we felt the ecstasy beaming from each other's tongues.

Before we knew it, the plane began to land.

"Crap," I said, "We can finish this next time".

The flight touched down at the Cookie Ranch airport, and we all boarded off.

"Home sweet home," Thomas yelled.

"Not quite there yet, baby," Monica said.

We trekked through the woods, since the airport as isolated from the city, and in the middle of this trek, a bear appeared, seemingly from nowhere.

"Oh crap!" Emmani yelled.

"I know how to deal with this," Azyrea said. She lunged towards the bear, who let out a threatening roar.

"Mariah, get your friend," I said.

"She know what she doing," Mariah replied. We looked on as Azyrea tackled the bear, wrestled around with him, and held him in a headlock. She punch its' nose and snatched a tooth from his mouth. Once she was done, the bear hurled up into a ball.

"I told you she know what she doing" Mariah said, walking past me. We finally arrived in the city, and walked on the sidewalk until we reached London Boardwalk. Once we arrived in our room, our mouths dropped in shock.