*SIGH*
Another long stretch of road between adventures. Oh, it was all good and well when first setting out, usually still pumped up about the bad guys they'd creamed, or running from people wanting their help for little everyday things, but too much time riding in the Battletram meant too much time thinking. The Commander snorted to himself at that. Thinking wasn't exactly what he was known for, after all. Even his best friends-slash-family-slash-band-mates thought of him as an impulsive "think later after it doesn't work" kind of guy. Truth be told, he thought TOO MUCH. Sure, he acted in the moment, but everything would just replay itself over and over again when it got quiet like this. How he could have done this or that differently, maybe kept someone from getting hurt, about Aquabania, if there were more they could have done to save it, if there were even an Aquabania to go back TO...
His brow furrowed as he stared unseeing at the bland desert passing by. He knew he was headed down a dangerous path. As little as he let it show, he actually took his responsibilities as The Commander very seriously. He knew the others counted on him to give direction (however poorly) and keep them together and safe (hopefully, forever). When he got to thinking about things too much, it bogged him down, and hey - He was supposed to be the goofy/energetic Leader they could all turn to, right? Better find something to distract himself with...THERE!
"Jimmy! Pull over!"
Screeching the Battletram to a halt and pitching everyone forward against their seatbelts, Jimmy did just that.
"What is it, Commander? Another alien?!" The robot quickly began scanning the area, but nothing showed up except... An obvious tourist trap.
OTIS'S OASIS! FRIED ICE CREAM! KAZOO-KELELE CONTEST DAILY! GRAND-PRIZE: GRANDE NACHO SOMBRERO
"Homies," The Commander said, a glint in his eyes as he adjusted his anti-negativity helmet and began to climb out, "let's win us a Sombrero!"