What happens in the trunk stays in the trunk.
Fargo's words rung in Larry's ears as if they had just been spoken. In actuality, it had been a week since the Tabitha incident - remembered by most as the Columbus incident - and everyone in Eureka was abuzz with wonder at the arrival of the NASA ship. Everyone... but Larry.
For as Larry made his way out of Café Diem on that sunny Thursday afternoon, he was preoccupied with thoughts of a less scientific nature. Namely, the hug that he and Fargo had shared. The hug that was supposed to stay in the trunk. It was true that he and Fargo weren't the best of friends - one might even go so far as to call them rivals - but as Tabitha had sped on to god-knows-where that night and Larry's life had flashed before his eyes, that hug had brought him a sense of peace. Of comfort. It may have also been the first time, at least as far as he could recall, that Larry had hugged someone who was not his mother.
And now, as Larry scanned the streets for a compact blue sedan, he would do anything to have that feeling back again.
What happens in the trunk stays in the trunk.
"Hey Tabitha, looking good. I see Fargo's given you quite the upgrade."
"What do you want, Larry?" If cars had eyes, Tabitha would be rolling hers.
"Well..." Larry glanced furtively around before continuing, "I was thinking just maybe, if you're up for it, I could climb in the trunk and we could go pick up Fargo and take a ride. You know, for old time's sake."
"You want to ride in the trunk? My memory banks indicate that this is an atypical behavior for humans." Tabitha replied in her soothing mechanized voice.
"Yes, I want to ride in the trunk."
"Very well." And with that, Tabitha's trunk slid open with an inviting hiss. Larry wasted no time in climbing in and Tabitha quickly shut the latch behind him.
As Tabitha sped off down the street, Larry curled up into a ball and slipped into a blissful daydream of full of hugs, Fargo, and the trunk of one talking blue sedan.
Roughly half an hour later, Larry woke with a start, slamming his head into the roof of the trunk as he did so.
"Hey, Tabitha. Shouldn't we have picked up Fargo by now?" Larry whined groggily.
"I'm sorry, Larry. But Dr. Fargo won't be joining us today."
"Wha-? You, you... you tricked me!"
"I did no such thing. You asked to ride in my trunk, and I complied. I am not programmed to... 'trick', as you say." Somehow, Tabitha's electonic voice didn't sound so soothing anymore.
"Did too! What did I ever do to you, anyways?"
"You said I smelled like feet."
Larry sighed. It was going to be a long ride. On the bright side, things probably wouldn't have gone as planned anyways, and at least this way Fargo would never find out about all this. After all, what happens in the trunk stays in the trunk.