:lol: No these are not my dreams...For the LAST time. :lol: :lol:
Treedle...I love that.
And yes, Carly seems to be getting pretty defensive there. Oooh.
I Need Some Distraction
Hummerhome
Anni: I'm just saying, I shouldn't have so many sodas before bed or I have these wierd dreams.
Missy: Maybe you should start...Not going to sleep.
Jess: How about no more soda.
Anni: Are you kidding me? It's either that or alcohol and porn. We don't need that.
Missy: Man, those were some good times.
Anni: Hey Speed, you should get drunk with us. It'll be fun.
Speed: Sorry, I don't drink.
Carly: *lifts brow*
Speed: ...Anymore.
Carly: Sure.
Speed: *angry sigh*
Carly: Alright, I'm sorry. Geez.
Speed: No, I'm sorry.
Carly: I'm sorry.
Speed: I'm sorry.
Carly: You can't be sorry-er than me.
Speed: Sorry-er isn't a word my dear.
Carly: Well I'm still more sorry than you.
Speed: You can't be more sorry than me if I already apologized.
Carly: I said sorry first.
Speed: No...Wait....You did?
Carly: Yeah.
Speed: I don't remember that.
Carly: I don't even know why we're apologizing.
Speed: That's a really long word.
Carly: Yeah and it means the same thing as sorry but smart people say the bigger word to sound smarter.
Speed: But they're really not.
Carly: Yeah like those guys you see on tv who are really nerdy lookling and fat, and they have rotting teeth but they wrote some book no one's ever heard of so everyone thinks they're smart so they do an interview on interspacial flectures in the space time continuum even though their book was about apples and how they affect our children's growth.
Everyone: *blank stare*
Carly: ...Australian TV.
Speed: *staring at Carly*
Carly: Well it's true.
Speed: You...Just kept talking there.
Carly: I tend to ramble when I'm nervous.
Speed: You're nervous?
Carly: ...Maybe.
Speed: Why?
Carly: Don't ask.
Speed: I just did.
Carly: ...You know what else is annoying? Flat tires. I mean they give us nothing to do to fill the time, I mean just change the dang tire and get on with it.
Speed: Are you okay?
Carly: I was just thinking, you know maybe instead of making tires so they can go flat, make bullet proof tires so they they can't possibly go flat. I mean, well there's always tires that fall off but that's if you go over a curb like we just did and then it's not very pretty and it d-
Speed: *puts finger to Carly's mouth* Finished?
Carly: *nods*
Delko: ...That was a lot of information.
Calleigh: I'm still trying to wrap my brain around it.
Carly: *sigh* So where are those two tire-changers anyway?
Delko: Outside...Changing the tire.
Horatio: *walks in* Bad news folks. We can't change the tire. We need a whole new one.
Delko: Where are we going to get a new tire?
Horatio: I saw a junk yard about a mile away from here. If we walk down there, we can get a big tire, and bring it here.
Calleigh: Don't you have to pay?
Speed: Cal, it's Mexico.
Calleigh: Oh yeah.
Down the road
Delko: Remind me again why H sent us?
Jess: Because we were told to go.
Carly: I think walking is good exercise. There's lots of air, and there's...Lots of air.
Speed: Do you have an off button.
Carly: Not unless you want to go searching for it.
Everyone: *looks at Carly*
Carly: I mean...Um...It sounded better in my head.
Anni: OH! OH! I SEE IT! *jumping up and down*
Speed: Let's break in.
Jess: That fence looks awful...Small.
Speed: That's why we have these.
Delko: You brought bolt cutters?
Speed: They also act as some nice fence cutters.
Delko: Good job man.
Speed: Thanks.
Fence
Speed: *holds fence open* Alright, ladies first.
Carly: Why thank you. *walks under fence*
Anni: *squeezes through*
Jess: *squeezes through*
Inside tire yard
Delko: Okay we need a big tire.
Speed: Well it shouldn't be that hard.
Delko: Why?
Speed: Look for the biggest ones.
Delko: Well there's some big ones over there.
Speed: Okay grab one.
Delko: I am grabbing one.
Speed: Grab it faster.
Delko: This is not a competition.
Speed: *frowns* I want to leave Mexico.
Shotgun is heard
Everyone: *turns around*
Man: GET OFF MA PROPERTY!
Speed: Run...Run...Run...
Delko: Stop saying it and start doing it.
Speed: *runs*
Delko: *runs*
Guy starts shooting
Carly: *screams*
Anni: Move it girl!
Carly: I AM moving!
Jess: Wait for me!
Speed: *runs under fence with tire*
Delko: *runs under fence*
Anni: *runs under fence*
Carly: *runs under fence*
Jess: *runs to fence*
Everyone running
Jess: STOP! WAIT! MY BOOBS ARE STUCK! *struggles in fence*
Everyone: *turns around*
Speed: Your WHATS?
Jess: MY BOOBS!
Delko: *runs over, grabs Jess' hand* Come on.
Jess: AH! AH!
Anni: *jumps up and down* her Kazongas are stuck! Someone call fire rescue and get the jaws of life!
Jess: NO! NOT THE JAWS OF LIFE! THESE ARE MINE!
Speed: Uh...Well I don't have much experience in this.
Delko: Let a pro deal with it.
Speed: You're a pro in this department?
Delko: Yeah.
Jess: HOW THE HELL DOES THAT HAPPEN!
Delko: It's along story. Okay, suck in your gut.
Jess: My GUT isn't the problem.
Delko: ...Breathe in.
Jess: I AM!
Speed: Uh...Uh....Girls?
Anni: I'm not touching her.
Carly: I...Really don't like molesting people. It's not my thing.
Speed: Okay Jess, we'll...Find some way to get you out.
Delko: We'll get butter.
Jess: BUTTER?!
Delko: Or...Vaseline?
Jess: GET ME UNSTUCK!
Delko: We're trying!
Speed: Uh...Uh...Grab a stick.
Jess: WHAT FOR!
Speed: I don't know.
Delko: Good plan.
Speed: Shut up.
Carly: Okay, Jess can you move...Them?
Jess: That's like asking if I get two black eyes when I run.
Carly: Do you?
Jess: GET ME OUT!
Speed: Um...Here. Hold onto the tire, and we'll pull you out.
Jess: You want to break them OFF?
Speed: Is that physically possible?
Jess: *frowns*
Speed: Just hold onto the tire.
Delko: We could shoot them off.
Jess: NO!
Delko: Fine.
Jess: *grabs tire*
Speed: Okay, everyone pull on the tire in one...Two..THREE!
Everyone pulls
Jess: *screaming*
Speed: Okay...That doesn't seem to be working.
Jess: I'm going to die here. I can see the Medical Examiner's report now. "Cause of death: Double Ds."
Speed: Wait...Can you pull up the fence?
Jess: Yeah why?
Speed: *frowns* You're not stuck. *pulls up fence*
Jess: *drops* WHOA...Okay I guess I'm not stuck.
Speed: Let's head back before we get shotgunned.
TBC..........