As Pablo and Uniqua were getting closer and closer to the Sultan's palace, Pablo noticed the truck pass an outhouse toilet.
"Um... Uniqua?" said Pablo, looking a bit uneasy.
"What is it, Pablo?" asked Uniqua, still keeping her eyes on the road.
"I.. I think I need to go to the bathroom..."
"Oh..." she said, stopping the truck.
They both got out, and Pablo ran into the outhouse that was, for whatever reason, placed in the middle of nowhere. Uniqua waited outside.
The mover's truck was parked at the top of a large, high hill, facing down. The Sultan's palace was at the bottom of the hill.
Uniqua was tapping her foot with impatience and, for no particular reason, had looked back, just at the right moment, to admire her truck. She then saw it: The moving truck was rolling down the hill, headed for the posh home of Sultan Tyrone, their first-ever client. Uniqua had forgotten to set the emergency brake!
"Oh no!" yelled Uniqua, her body locked in panic.
Just then, Pablo walked out of the outhouse, the sound of a toilet flushing behind him. A piece of tissue was stuck to the bottom of his foot, though he didn't notice it.
"Oops!" said Pablo.
Uniqua and Pablo began to sprint down the hill to follow the truck. Despite all of the adrenalin that was flowing through Uniqua, Pablo was the one who caught up to the truck. Uniqua began to slow down, huffing and puffing from exhaustion. She eventually stopped altogether and was only able to watch Pablo and the truck in the distance.
The massive truck was getting closer and closer to the palace. Pablo jumped onto the truck's running board along the side of the door, but there was nothing sturdy enough to hold onto. He grabbed the side-view mirror, which broke off in his hand like a flimsy twig (he put the broken pieces in his front pocket, to fix later), and tried to balance himself, surfing toward the palace.
Then Pablo realized that good ol' Uniqua, although forgetting to set the emergency brake on, had remembered to lock the door of the truck!
With one hand, Pablo grabbed onto the truck's roof rack, with the other, he searched through his pockets for his second set of keys.
Reaching deep into the front pockets of his turquoise mover uniform, Pablo came out with a handful of change and some paper clips. So he opened the truck with one of the paper clips!... Just kidding. He dug in once again and this time found the right key, then jammed it in and tried to open the door. But his body was in the way.
The Sultan's palace was less than three school fields away.
Pablo maneuvered himself to the right of the door as Uniqua gazed on at a scene with awe.
Uniqua's phone rang. She answered it, not taking her eyes off Pablo.
"It's Sultan Tyrone, here. Are you two-"
"We don't have time to go into that, just now." interrupted Uniqua, hanging up on her cellphone.
Finding a new energy, she started to race down the hill again.
Somehow, Pablo got the door open. He swung into the driver's seat. In one, swift motion, he pulled hard... on the radio lever! Loud roller-disco music started blaring out of it.
"Oops!" Pablo said.
He grabbed again, and this time he got the emergency brake. The mover's truck squealed angrily to a halt, its front wheels stopping mere inches from the Sultan's palace.
"Oops!" said Pablo.
Uniqua's cell phone rang again, and she answered it.
"This is Sultan Tyrone again, why did you hang up on me? Is anything wrong?"
"Oh no, Sultan Tyrone, we're fine," smiled Uniqua, "In fact, we-re on a roll! Our truck has just arrived! It's right in front of your palace!"
Tyrone looked out of the window beside him.
"Oh. Okay. I'll be right there." said Tyrone, hanging up.
Uniqua, placing the phone into her pocket, grinned happily.
A/N: Read and review! This chapter was inspired by a story titled "(Mass)(Velocity)=Momentum", by Rachel Toor.