"Crimody we're jimmy jacked!" Amelia exclaimed, pulling Larry behind the advertisement sign.
"Jimmy jacked?" Larry questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"It's how I speak, Mr. Daley." She replied indignantly, crossing her arms.
"Okay. Okay. It just sounded a bit strange for you." Larry commented in self defense.
"Oh no, our path's been blocked by bad people, what's the fun in that? My point is we aren't getting into the Air and Space Museum."
"Then why didn't you just say that?"
"Look! I said what I said, alright?" The pilot said, slight annoyance on her face.
"But jimmy jacked? Of all the things..."
"Mr. Daley could you stop yip yaping please!?" Amelia asked annoyed, casting an exasperated glance at the former night guard.
"Sorry. I just found it, you know, a bit out there." Larry replied, hiding a smirk.
Before they could react, the soldiers in front of them turned, and began running towards them. Amelia took off running, with Larry following close behind.
"Now we're jimmy jacked!" Larry yelled, glancing behind him.
While they ran, Amelia shot him a look of angry disbelief, and punched him roughly in the shoulder. It was going to be a long, grammatical night.