-Somewhere in South Dakota-
-Early evening (Moments before the sunset.)-
A loud thump of a door opening filled the air, the sound in sharp juxtaposition to the silent manner of the area around a small farm-house. Soon a slightly gruff voice said, "You're kidding me, right?"
Then, two male figures exited the farmhouse. One a rougher individual, a scar above his right eye and a square jaw, His green eyes looking tiredly at the second figure. The other, a slightly thinner but still muscular man with brown hair and eyes seemed to be arguing with him about something or other.
In response to the first speaker, the second figure replied in a lighter voice saying, "Look, we both like the show, and I don't really care if we won't stand out that much. It would be a great opportunity to have some fun away from the homestead. Just, think about it."
After a few moments of silence the rougher figure raised and drops his hands in one exasperated motion saying in a gruff voice, "Okay okay! We'll go to the damn con if you really want to. First it was getting you the same damn car and now you want to go dressed up as the characters. Whatever.."
The second figure grinned and did a small fist-pump before pointing one hand at him, "You won't regret this man. I promise. You're going to love it!"
The first figure rolled his eyes in response and said, "Why do I get the feeling that's not going to be the case...?"
Both the figures then slipped into a black car in the driveway, turning on the engine and driving down the driveway and onto a nearby road with the song 'carry on my wayward son' blaring out the radio as it drove into the sunset...