Golf Cart Race!
"Okay it's from here to the 18th hole," Lance informed the others with a scary gleam in his eye. He dropped the seat back down and looked up. "I made a few changes to all three of the carts. They should be way faster then last time,"
"Sweeeet," Toad giggled from the roof of his golf cart. He jumped down and into to the drivers seat still giggling and unable to keep still. A by-passer looked extremely terrified.
"Is Blob down there yet?" Pietro asked shielding his eyes from the sun. "I can't see him,"
"Who cares!" Toad whined still behind the wheel jumping up and down. "lets go!"
"We have to wait for him to get into place or we won't know who wins!" Pietro growled from his golf cart.
"And you know Pete," Lance rolled his eyes. "has to be competitive about everything,"
"What's the point of racing if you don't want to win?"
Toad growled in annoyance. "Let's go!" he whined.
Lance laughed and got in the drivers seat of his golf cart. "Okay on the count of three. One…"
"THREE!" Toad yelled hitting the gas and throwing grass behind him.
"Owww!" Toad yelled out holding his leg.
Blobs eyes were still wide. "I've never seen a golf cart roll like that,"
Pietro still couldn't stop laughing. "Th-th-that was awesome!"
"You need to hold still," the paramedic told Toad as they flew through another red light.
"It hurts!"
"Well it's broken, it going to," the paramedic sighed. Pietro broke into another fit of laughter.
"Those poor golfers," Blob shook his head in his hands.
"Their in the other ambulances," the paramedic told him pointing to the parade of ambulances following behind them.
"Hey," Lance leaned up to the driver. "you think we could stop at Mac's Bar down on Ratt Street?"
"Yeah!" Blob jumped up causing the ambulance to shake.
"WHAT!" Toad yelled. "I'm dying here and you want to stop for a beer?"
Lance turned to look at him. "Well duh,"
The paramedic looked at him in stunned shock and Pietro finally fell on the floor laughing too hard.