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"BOY YOU STOP THAT RIGHT NOW!" Uncle Vernon snarled from behind the steering wheel, pounding the window for emphasis. Harry flinched as his head bounced off the backdoor and sighed before flopping back into his seat. He was sick of sitting in the hot, stuffy car-he wanted to get OUT.

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"BOY IF I'VE TOLD YOU ONCE I'VE TOLD YOU TWICE- "
"No you haven't," snapped Harry. "You told me once and I stopped. That was Dudley." He glared at his cousin, who'd somehow managed to spread his monstrous girth on the protesting seat next to him without falling off. Dudley sniggered quietly and cracked his neck again. Harry made a rude hand gesture.

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As his Uncle launched into a violent tirade, Harry was somewhat surprised that such a piercing sound could be heard when so many layers of blubber ringed the beefy, sagging neck of his cousin. He wondered about this slight curiosity until he started to feel sick, then turned back to the window and stared glumly at the endless miles of trees and countryside.
"Are you sure we aren't lost," he ejaculated loudly after a few quiet minutes. "I mean, you just said it was in the city." As Vernon turned an alarming shade of red, his wife Petunia felt the need to say quickly, "Vernon, are we going to stop soon? My feet..."
"Almost there, almost there," said Vernon forcibly, "Good things come to those who wait, eh?"
"I'm starving," whined Dudley, "Bloody starving. Are we going to be there soon?"
"Uncle Vernon, I thought you said the Chez Café was in the city," Harry repeated still more loudly.
"Vernon, my feet!"
'Dad I'm hungry!" Dudley roared above his mother's high complaints
"Aren't we lost?!?!"
"VERRRNONNN!!!!!!"
"We're not LOST!" spat Vernon vehemently into the sudden silence. "They just-they must have-" He sputtered incoherently, whirling in the driver's seat, as if hoping the posh Chez Café would appear between the trees, or that porta-potty and that parking lot.
"Wait a minute..." Harry blinked against the bright sun flooding the car.
"WHATTTT," bawled Vernon, now so red he looked to be a police beacon. "What do YOU want?!!?" Harry pointed a finger between the rapidly diminishing porta-potty and parking lot. A hulking dark building was, oddly enough, growing as its neighboring waste disposal unit and parking spaces vanished in the distance.
"There, the Chez Café."