In *NAME AND ADDRESS WITHHELD* Izzy was lying down in her bed amongst an ocean of Steven Universe plushes, making the noise someone makes when they're in a state of ecstasy. You know how in anime a character is in ecstasy they have those swirly eyes? Izzy basically had those eyes.

Izzy broke out of this state when she heard the Rebel Taxi honking outside her apartment. She looked out of her window to see Nolan and Pan holding up a sign that read, "Road Trip Bitches!"

Izzy rubbed the bridge of her nose and walked outside, "Guys, what the hell is going on?"

Nolan put duct tape over Pan's mouth so that he wouldn't make things any weirder, "Pan's got a lady waiting for him in Seattle, so we're going on a road trip," Nolan explained.

"IMMA GET A GOTH GURL!" Pan's enthusiasm earned him getting locked in the Rebel Taxi.

"You want to come along?" the very tired Sym-Bionic Titan fan asked.

Izzy looked inside the car and saw Pan lusting over pictures of goth girls and back to Nolan, "I have nothing better to do," she replied, entering the back left side of the car.

"And that is why the Ninja Turtles were the greatest characters created during the 20th century and so-

Jim was enjoying rambling at a wall he pretended was an audience when he heard the honking of the dreaded Rebel Taxi. He stepped out of his home and raised his arms in a way as to ask, "Pan what the hell are you doing outside my house?"

"Pan what the hell are you doing outside my house?!" Jim demanded.

Pan, Nolan and Izzy opened the door to him, "We're going on a road trip, Jim. Get in," Nolan explained.

Before Jim met Pan, he would have said hell no and blasted him with a shotgun. But years of being desensitized by Pan's shitposting on Skype made him accept whatever bullshit Pan and his podcast cohorts came up with, "Alright, but let me pack my bag," Jim walked back into his home and came out a few minutes later with a large bag that he placed in the Rebel Taxi's trunk, and got into the car.

"Wait, we could have packed for this?" Izzy exclaimed, "I just brought what I was wearing!"

"Pan you piece of shit! Why didn't you tell us to bring bags!?" Nolan yelled at their boss.

"Hey, I didn't bring any bags, either!" Pan defended himself.

Jim rubbed his eyes while he buckled up, "Wait, I didn't pack a change of clothes. The bag has... Other stuff."

Izzy, Nolan, and Pan each gave Jim a confused glance, "What stuff?" Nolan asked.

Sweat started building up on Jim's head as he came up with answers, "You know. Stuff you bring when your friends show up at your door."

Pan shrugged his shoulders, "Whatever, we're in New York and we gotta head to Seattle!"

"Wait, why did you guys get *NAME AND ADDRESS WITHHELD* but Pan can just say where I live," Jim demanded.

"I think it's because you've stated on the podcast that you lived in New York, so the writer doesn't feel the need to hide that," Izzy explained.

"Plus it adds to the humor, imagining how me and Nolan drove all the way from my house, to Izzy's and then to your house all offscreen, making it more complicated than me just driving from *NAME AND ADDRESS WITHHELD* to Seattle," Pan explained.

Jim nodded his head like he understood what was going on, "So what's the point in this roadtrip?"

"We're gonna get Pan laid," Nolan answered.

Jim unbuckled his seat and opened the door, "Later guys, I'll remember you all in therapy," and he would have set himself to the mercy of the highway if Izzy hadn't pulled him back in.

"Jim if we're stuck with Pan on this trip, then you are too!" Izzy declared.

"Alright, but while we're here," Jim set a mike on the Rebe Taxi's console, "Let's use our time wisely.

And so they traveled onwards. To get pan laid. There's three more chapters to this. And remember. A trilogy.