Special wrestler appearance: Rob Van Dam

4

As Taker drove up Sam Cooper Boulevard, he shot a glance at Kane, who was snickering to himself.

What the hell're you giggling about?" he demanded.

"It's nothing," said Kane, "except for the fact that you got jacked for you hubcaps."

"Oh, you think that's funny?" Taker said. "Well, let's see how funny it is when I kick your half bald ass from here to Nashville!"

"You better pay attention to the road, old man," said Kane, "of course, it you were able to pay attention, your hubcaps wouldn't have gotten stolen."

Taker and Kane fought playfully, causing the jeep to swerve sharply and went down a rocky muddy hill. Both men yelled in surprise and horror as they continue to roll down the hill, twigs, leaves and mud dirtying the windows a little.

"Fuck," muttered Taker. "We could've been seriously hurt."

Taker went to drive and heard a loud POP! His tire had flattened.

"FUCK!" Taker yelled as he got out of the Expedition. "Dammit to hell!"

He then remembered that he had a spare tire in the back of the truck. Along with Kane, he opened the back of the Expedition. There was no spare.

"Fuck!" yelled 'Taker for the third time. "What the hell happened to my spare?"

He looked at Kane, who let out a low whistle.

"What did you do?" demanded 'Taker in a tone that befitted a mother interrogating her guilty child.

"Well, I borrowed your jeep last Firday and I lost your tire in a poker game." said Kane. "Sorry."

"Sorry?" said Taker in disbelief. "You bet my spare away and all you have to say is sorry? Man I could kill you! What're we going to do? It's starting to rain. FUCK!"

There were head lights shinning up ahead. It was a tow truck. Taker tried to get the driver's attention, but it was filled up with so much smoke inside, Kane and Taker wondered how the driver could see where they were going.

The truck pulled to a slow stop. The door opened and out came a man, several inches above average height, with the build of a martial arts expert and long brown hair that he had tied into a ponytail. His eyes were bright red like cherries.

"Yo, dude," he said in a far out surfer boy tone. "You guys need some help?"

"Yes," said Kane. "Our tire has a flat."

Is that all?" said the guy. "I can get this fixed faster than I can roll a joint."

The pothead hooked the Expedition to his truck. Taker noticed that the truck read, Stoners' Tow and Trucking.

"Hop in, dudes!" the pothead said as he climed in the truck.

Inside of the truck smelled strongly of marijuana. Where the should have been an air freshener shaped like a pine tree there was one shaped like a marijuana leaf.

My place is not too far from here, dudes." said the stoner. "The name's like Robby, like what're your names, dudes?"

Taker and Kane were about to answer, when Robby shouted, "WHOA!" and swerved around sharply.

"What was that for?" Kane demanded

"You didn't see that rainbow giraffe back there?" Robby asked. "I narrowly missed it!"

Taker and Kane looked at each other and were thinking the same thing; This guy was baked.

By the time they got to Robby's place, Taker and Kane were glad to get out of the truck. Robby had kept swerving and pulling to a stop, claiming to see things that weren't there. He even drove at dangerous speeds because he thought the CIA were after him.

"You dudes can wait in the house if you want," said Robby. "Help yourself to anything you want bros. Mi casa es tu casa."

Both men went inside Robby's house. There were different types of marjiuana plants at every stop they took. There were also bongs, hookahs, and brownies, everywhere.

It's like little Tijuana in here." said Kane, sitting down on a battered sofa.

"Yeah," said Taker. "We've been through so much in the past hour. I think it's an omen. Maybe we should just go to a supermarket and buy boxes of Krystal burgers and go back home."

"You've been inhaling too much of that marijuana smoke," said Kane. "We have to go to Krystal. And you said no matter what, wer weren't ending this night without Krystal. You can't go back on your word, Mark."

Taker sighed

"I know," he said. "I'm just completely on edge right now, I don't know how much more I can take."

"Just relax, dude," said Kane mocking Robby's voice. "Sit down, chill out and let's listen to some of these records over here in that crate. He did say his house was our house."

Taker flipped through Robby's albums and put on some Clutch.

"Y'know?" said Kane. "Those plate of brownies look tempting enough to eat.

"No," said Taker sternly. "There's enough weed in those brownies for a week long high. Besides, we're not eating anything until we go to Krystal."

"You're such a fuddy duddy, Mark," said Kane. "C'mon, try a brownie, old man."

Kane took a brownie off the plate and bit into it. Taker shook his head in shock and annoyance.

"Not bad," said Kane. He took another one and bit into it. "You don't know what you're missing, Deadman."

Realizing he needed something to ease him, Taker gave in and took a brownie. It was nice and moist and melted right on his tongue.

"Betty Crocker couldn't have made this better herself," he said, gobbling up the whole thing.

Both men gobbled down the the whole plate of brownies. Pretty soon, the both of them came down with a fit of giggles. Everything seemed a hundred times funnier. They were still laughing when Robby came in.

Hey, what the hell are you two doing in my house?" he demanded.

"Dude, you told us to wait in here while you fixed my tire," said Taker between laughs.

"I did?" said Robby. "Are you sure, man or are you just pulling my chain, because I don't remember saying that,"

Kane and Taker fell out of their chair, laughing.

"Yes," said Kane, wiping tears from his face. "You said that. The tire you're fixing on the Expedition, that's ours."

"Ohhhh, right, dude," said Robby. "Well, it's fixed."

"How much will it be?" said Taker, pulling out his wallet.

"A hundred and fifty," said Robby.

Taker got up from the floor and handed Robby a hundred and fifty dollars.

"Thanks, dude." said Robby. "Care to join me in hitting the bong?"

Taker and Kane looked at each other. They already ate a plate full of laced brownies, more weed wouldn't hurt.

"Why the hell not?" said Kane.

The three of them sat together on the leather chair. Robby got out a rainbow colored bong.

"Prepare to get blazed, dudes," said

The three men went back and forth, each of them hitting the bong, and listening to Monster Magnet. They all laughed, tripped out, and said random things.

"I have the munchies more than ever now," said Taker. "Robby do you know how to get to the Krystal in Knoxville?"

"Of course, dude," said Robby. "All you have to do is take the road to I-40."

"Sweet," said Taker. "Well, thanks for the pot, Robby, we gotta get going."

"Anytime, dude!" said Robby. "If you ever need a fixed tire, I'm your man. I would give you a business card, but I used them all as blunt wrappers."

"No problem," said Taker. "Let's go, Kane, you're driving.

The two men left Robby's place, continuing their odyssey to Krystal.