Hello again! I am updating! Yay! (Even though it should really be for Adventure in Australia or The Monster's Retrospect...*shifty eyes*)

Well, this is inspired by a semi-roadtrip some friends and I went on the past few days. And it was actually for a school thing, the school just wouldn't provide transport so we had to get ourself down there.

Warnings: It's random, weird, strange, and probably somewhat nonsensical...as dreams (and my writings) are...and a one-shot.

Disclaimer: No, Beyblade does not belong to me. Unfortunately, while in Dubbo I could not buy the rights to the series. Pooey. Nor do I own any of Flo Rida's songs.

Hilary sat quietly in the passenger seat of the car, watching out the window as Ray took them for a drive in his Ferrari. Trees flashed by quickly when she looked out the side window, making her believe they were speeding, but looking out the windscreen made her feel as if they were crawling.

"Tyson, if you start playing 'Corners' one more time I swear I'll throw you out of the car," Kai threatened irritably from his position between Max and the World Champion. Hilary wondered idly why Kai had agreed to sit in the back of the car; ordinarily, the phoenix blader would insist on the front seat and she'd be stuck in the back with the other two.

Actually, while she was wondering, why was Ray driving? Didn't he live in a really remote Chinese village that had nothing in the way of technology? So where on Earth had he got his licence? Okay, well maybe there were lots of places he could get it, but it still didn't make sense why Ray was driving. Or why the hell he was driving an expensive Ferrari.

"Oh, I love this song!" Max squealed. "Turn it up please, Hils!" She did as bid, wincing as the strains of 'You Spin My Head Right Round' by Flo Rida filled the enclosed space. "You spin my car right round, right round, when you do donuts, when you do donuts. You spin my car right round when you do donuts round the tree, round the tree!"

"Those aren't the words," Hilary scolded absently, still scowling at the detestable music. "Where on Earth did you come up with those lyrics?"

"Road trip with Michael, Eddy and Rick five years ago!" Max said brightly.

"Max, none of you could drive five years ago," she pointed out. "Did you even know Rick then?"

"Of course!" the blond boy said defensively. "He's my sister!"

"That makes no sense," Hilary began, but before she could finish, the car jerked around, and everyone was thrown around, protected from injury only by their racing harnesses. "Why are we wearing racing harnesses?" She demanded, earlier thought forgotten.

"It's a Ferrari," Kai said patiently, in the type of voice one would reserve for explaining something simple to someone extremely slow. "Why would you think?"

"Sorry," Ray called. "I didn't see the speed bump."

"We're on a highway," Hilary said slowly. "How can there be a speed bump? Are you sure it wasn't a pot hole?"

"It was a speed bump," Ray said angrily. "What, don't you like my driving?"

"I didn't say that," Hilary muttered defensively. She turned to look out the window again, only to see a decapitated kangaroo lying on the side of the road. "Wait, where are we?"

"We're in Canada," Tyson replied. "Where have you been the past five days?"

"But there was a kangaroo on the side of the road!"

"No, that was a baby tiger," Max said assertively. "We hit one on our road trip too."

"Oh no!" Ray cried. "I didn't hit a tiger! Please tell me I didn't!"

"You didn't," Hilary said reassuringly. "It was a kangaroo, and it was already dead."

"There are no kangaroos in Canada," Kai said, giving Hilary a doubtful look. "Is there something you're not telling us?"

"What? You think I'm on drugs?"

"See! She admitted it!" Tyson said cheerfully. "It's alright to admit you have a problem, Hilary."

"The only problem I have is you!" the brunette fumed, all strangeness forgotten in light of Tyson being, well, Tyson. Fortunately for Tyson, the Ferrari's racing harness restrained the angry girl from trying to strangle the hapless World Champion.

"Ooh, look, a shark!" Max exclaimed, pointing at the massive lake that they were somehow driving over, even though it hadn't been there five second ago. True to his word, a massive Great White jumped from the lake next to the bridge they were on, much like a dolphin breaking water.

"Sharks don't do that. And they don't live in fresh water – at least not Great Whites," Hilary said firmly. "Why am I on a road trip with you guys, anyway?"

"Oh, this isn't a road trip," Kai said condescendingly. "Ray's just giving me a lift to Tala's place."

"Through Canada?"

"Duh," Tyson said. "How else do you get to Rwanda?"

"But doesn't Tala live in Russia?" Hilary was, by this point, thoroughly confused. Nothing made sense, and everyone bar her was acting extremely illogically, accepting everything strange they'd seen as if it were fact. Sure, she could believe it of Tyson, and even Max at times, but Ray and Kai were renowned for being sensible, level-headed people, and she found it hard to believe they were acting the way they were.

"That's what I said," Tyson said, giving Hilary a strange look.

"We can't get to Russia – or Rwanda for that matter – by car from Canada." Hilary indicated a map that had somehow appeared in Kai's lap. "See?"

"Everyone knows that map is wrong," Tyson said dismissively. "I mean, come on Hils, the world is flat, for heaven's sake. How could that map be right?"

"What the hell?" Hilary looked around, bewildered beyond belief at what was happening. Without warning though, the Ferrari, Ray, Tyson, Kai, Max, and 'Canada' dissolved into nothingness, and she was overwhelmed by darkness.

Hilary awoke to bright sunlight streaming between the blinds, and a mass of bodies wrapped in sleeping bags. Well, there were really only six bodies, including hers, but who was counting? She climbed awkwardly out of the cocoon she'd somehow made in her sleep last night and tiptoed out of the room, being exceedingly careful not to wake anyone. The party last night hadn't ended until after two, so everyone would desperately need sleep – unless they had a dream like hers.

As she entered the kitchen, she was only mildly surprised to find Kai already up and about, a cup of hot chocolate sitting in front of him as he read the day's newspaper.

"Good morning," she said wearily, flopping into the seat.

"Hn. Why are you up?" He peered over the newspaper at the obviously exhausted girl expectantly.

"I had the weirdest dream last night," Hilary said. "Ray was driving a Ferrari, and we were road-tripping through Canada to get you to Russia to see Tala, except Tyson kept calling it Rwanda, the world was flat, there was a kangaroo that morphed into a tiger dead on the side of the road, a Great White shark in a lake, racing harnesses, Tyson playing 'corners', Max singing made up lyrics to some random song, and somehow Rick was apparently Max's sister."

Kai stared at her blankly for several minutes, before folding the newspaper and placing it carefully on the table. "Hilary," he began, before shaking his head like an indulgent old man. "Hilary," he said again. "How much did you have to drink last night?"

"But I didn't drink," she said slowly. "Wait, what? There was alcohol? Kai! You idiot! We're all underage!" she shrieked, before grabbing the newspaper and rolling it up. Kai took the distraction provided by the newspaper to dash outside, though it didn't deter Hilary from chasing him.

Bryan turned to Ian, who was beside him, staring wide-eyed at the sight through the blinds in the boy's area. "Don't you dare tell her it was us who brought the alcohol."

Well, if you read this far, congratulations! Now, if you would be so kind as to review, I can shower you with confetti or something else celebratory in nature.