The next day ...

"Ready?" Chavonne asks as she hides behind a large rock.

Reese and Josh nod.

"Charge!" Chavonne shouts as she runs into an enclosed field filled with drying laundry and fires to help the drying along.

Reese and Josh follow right behind her. The trio grabs clothes that look like they might fit them as they run, Reese groaning at the, to her, out-of-style clothing and Chavonne trying her best not to grab pants and instead grab dresses. Once they each have enough clothes to last a week or so, they split up and run back into the woods, just barely escaping being hit over the head by a projectile frying pan thrown by a very angry laundrywoman.

"I look like an idiot." Chavonne says when she finishes dressing, looking like the very model of a 1940s woman, albeit slightly taller than average.

"At least you have more rights than me." Reese says her skin color standing out sharply against her clothes.

"AHHHH! WHY DO ANIMALS HATE ME?!" Josh yells, unknowingly stopping the atmosphere from getting too dark, while trying to remove a raccoon that was clinging to his face.

"Do you want the list in alphabetical order or in increasing order of doucheness?" Chavonne asks as she removes the rodent, trying not to laugh at how ridiculous Josh looked after his little 'makeover'.

"Very funny. No really, you should become a comedian, you're just that hilarious." Josh says in a perfect deadpan before yelping and flinching dramatically when Chavonne holds up the raccoon near his face again.

"Why thank you." Chavonne says with an overdramatic bow before tossing the raccoon somewhere over her shoulder.

"Seriously though, first the porcupine, then the squirrels, the hornets, the giant ass rats, the pigeons, the rabbits and now a raccoon! What did I do to have all this bad luck heaped upon me?" Josh asks trying to sort out his hair, which has become a mess of curls and tangles.

"Again, do you want it alphabetical or in increasing order of doucheness?" Chavonne asks as she starts packing up all the stuff in the army packs that Reese 'borrowed without asking'.

"He, he, he." Josh says finally managing to tame his hair.

"Now, let's move! I saw a car somewhere nearby and I'm pretty sure I can hotwire it." Chavonne says shrugging on the heavy pack as if it didn't weigh a thing before beginning to march off.

"Pretty sure'?" Josh asks skeptical as he and Reese scramble to catch up while shouldering on their own packs.

"Well I've never hotwired something this old before. The oldest model I've ever hotwired was a 1970 Camaro. Damn thing almost took my hand off." Chavonne says absentmindedly rubbing a spot on the back of her wrist.

"YOU'VE HOTWIRED CARS BEFORE?!" Josh and Reese yell in unison causing Chavonne to clap her hands over her ears at the volume.

"Yeah I have. Problem?" Chavonne asks somehow looking badass despite her girly exterior.

"No... It's just... surprising to say the least." Josh says trying not to piss off Chavonne further.

"How so?" Chavonne asks as she continues walking, adjusting the pack as she does.

"You... Don't seem the type?" Josh almost asks stepping carefully to avoid having his nuts blown off.

"You'd be surprised what I get up to in my spare time." Chavonne says casting a smirk over her shoulder that would get any straight man into a... compromising... position.

Josh and Reese, however, were just confused and a little frightened at the thought that they both knew so little about one of the most 'open and frank' girls in their school. Eventually the three arrive at the car that Chavonne saw earlier.

"WOW! A BMW 335! Oh shit this is gonna take a while." Chavonne says when she gets a proper look at the car before taking out a pair of gloves and some equipment from her pack.

"How long are we talking about here?" Josh asks nervously, honestly terrified of dealing with another German who, more than likely, will end up throwing them all into the clutches of the Nazis.

"Ten minutes, tops. Keep a look out until then." Chavonne says managing to open up the car with two flat pieces of metal before going to work on hotwiring the car.

"Crap." Josh mutters as he and Reese take up their positions in guarding the car.

"Vee~ That was-a fun Germany!" A high pitch, Italian voice says causing Chavonne and Josh to immediately swivel in its direction.

"Is that?" Josh asks his eyes as big as dinner plates and his skin turning a shade of white that shouldn't be possible for a living human being.

"It is." Chavonne says in a similar state before hurrying up her efforts, burning her hands multiple times in the process.

"Distract them!" Chavonne hisses snapping Josh out of his stupor and nudging Reese into gear.

"How?!" Josh hisses back as Reese rifles through her pack.

"The hell am I supposed to know?" Chavonne growls out, her eyes flashing dangerously, as Reese finds what she were looking for.

A loud, earth-shattering boom sounds out before the argument can go any further.

"AHHH!!! WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!" The voice screams in a pitch that could shatter glass.

"Italy, wait!" A German baritone calls out before everything goes eerily silent.

Chavonne and Josh turn to Reese who has a grenade pin in her mouth.

"That'll work." Chavonne says before going back to work with a gusto.

"How long now?" Josh asks after about five minutes of concentrated silence.

In response, the car lets out a soft growl. Chavonne sticks her head out the window with a laugh. Josh and Reese rush into the car, stuffing the packs in the boot. After they finish buckling in, Chavonne cracks her knuckles and puts the car into gear. The car lurches forward and Chavonne is soon going at max speed with all the practiced ease of a Nascar driver.

"HEY!" The German baritone yells as the car passes by a tall, blonde male accompanied by a short, brunet Italian, a tall-ish, Prussian male and a small, Japanese man.

"SUCK IT LOSERS!" Chavonne yells out the window with a 'whoop' before flipping the quartet the bird.

"I think I like this new Chavonne." Josh says with a massive grin at her childish behavior.

"You better, cause the old one died in a glorious blaze befitting the death of a phoenix." Chavonne says with a devil-may-care smirk.

"Nice." Josh says while Reese grows visibly more concerned as the car narrowly avoids hitting pedestrians.

"SLOW DOWN!" Reese yells when Chavonne narrowly escapes crashing into an elderly couple that was walking down the street.

"No way! This is too much fun!" Chavonne yells with another 'whoop' before bursting out into a song that, judging by the lyrics, was called 'Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves'.

"WE'RE GONNA DIE!" Reese yells when Chavonne takes an icy corner at full speed, barely managing to stay on the road.

"Oh come on Reese! Have a little fun! Besides, there's no way for us to die! Chavonne knows from first hand experience!" Josh yells as he enjoys the ride, his laughter mixing in with Chavonne's singing to form a symphony of joy.

Reese sinks back into her seat, her eyes wide and her skin pale with fear as Josh joins in with Chavonne's singing. Reese then starts praying to God, wonder both whether what Josh said about them not being able to die was true and how she wound up in this situation with her insane companions.

Four hours later...

"We're stopping." Chavonne announces as she pulls over onto the side of the road.

"Oh thank you heavenly Jesus." Reese says as she leaps out the car and hugs the ground with tears of joy streaming down her face.

"Jeez, if you wanted to drive, then just ask." Chavonne mutters as she also gets out, brushing out any wrinkles in her dress.

"And you didn't tell me this when I was having a panic attack three hours ago because...?" Reese growls her hand twitching towards her gun.

"I don't think there's an answer that I can give that won't result in me being shot. So go ahead and fire. Just be sure not to ruin the dress. I'd rather not have to deal with getting out blood stains while on the run from Nazi bastards." Chavonne says with all the intensity of a Kevin Costner performance as she stretches.

"Oh come on! How is it possible for you to have a clever quip ready at a moment's notice at all times?!" Josh yells as he gets out the car, upset that, in his mind, Chavonne was better at sarcasm and wit than him.

"I have more than three brain cells?" Chavonne asks with a raised eyebrow, infuriating Josh even more.

"GAH! There it is again! Does anything faze you?!" Josh asks his face turning a bright shade of scarlet.

"Not really." Chavonne says with a shrug before yelping as Reese puts a bullet through her jaw.

"Thanks, Reese. I needed that." Josh says as Chavonne takes out a handkerchief to wipe away the small amount of blood around the bullet wound.

"No problem." Reese says as she packs her gun away and Chavonne spits out the bullet.

"I really hate it when people go for the jaw. Always hurts more than when it goes through anywhere else." Chavonne says as she works out the kink caused by the bullet.

"Good to know." Josh says with a smirk that gets Chavonne to yelp again and leap over the car to put some distance between them.

"Let's get moving. The longer we're in one place, the easier it is for us to be found." Chavonne says, with a slight squeak to her voice, as she gets back into the driver's seat.

"Oh heck no! You are not driving again!" Reese yells as she pulls Chavonne out the driver's seat despite Chavonne being at least two feet taller than her.

"Ow... Okay. You can drive. You do know how to keep the connection going so the car doesn't stop right? As well as how to drive stick?" Chavonne asks her hair hiding her smirk as she gets up from her position on the ground.

"I really hate you right now." Reese says her eye twitching in annoyance as she moves out the way and lets Chavonne get back into her seat.

"I know. Does it look like I give a fuck?" Chavonne asks as Reese and Josh get back into the car.

"Now onwards my companions!" Chavonne shouts as she starts up the car and starts driving again.

"To where exactly?" Josh asks hoping that they weren't heading to a certain country.

"First we head to France to stock up on supplies and then we head to England. That bushy browed twat is going to regret ever picking up a spell book." Chavonne says getting a groan from Josh.

"Relax. There's a pretty big chance we won't run into the frog." Chavonne says perfectly interpreting Josh's groan of anguish.

"But do we have to go through France?" Josh whines like a little kid about to go into tantrum mode.

"Because you have an inexplicable hatred of the French and I really want to fuck with you." Chavonne says with a smirk at Josh's dismayed expression.

"Fuck you." Josh says pouting before yelping when Chavonne hits a pothole causing everyone to go airborne.

"No thanks. I really don't want to catch something." Chavonne says with a laugh before bursting back into song with 'I Don't Care' by Fallout Boy.

"This is gonna be a long ass drive." Josh says to a currently panic attacking Reese who nods in response.