We decided that we'd had a good enough time with enough adventure and suspense for a weekend. Keep in mind that we were worn out from the past two days, especially yesterday afternoon and night.

So we all decided unanimously to start packing and leave that same day. Since we didn't have TIV, we called and they brought a replacement vehicle while Larry sent a scout patrol to go retrieve my beloved 7-ton tank.

"Hey, where's the TIV, anyway?" said Roger while we were packing our bags. He really catches on quick, doesn't he?

"Uh…well…we had a little incident yesterday night and this morning. Didn't you hear it?"

"Hear it?" he said. He shook his head. "I was dead asleep."

"It caused quite a ruckus," I explained. "It was the cube. We decided to hide it in TIV and it drove by itself. I'm guessing from all that energy. Anyways, TIV ended up on the bottom of a canyon."

"What? You mean the cube…drove the TIV?"

"It wasn't steering the wheel," Larry said as he went by carrying the fishing poles.

"No exactly but it did make the engine start on its own. Darnest thing I ever saw." I resumed packing and went to get the tents to stuff them into their respective duffel bags. But then I saw…they were missing! "Hey, where are the tents?"

Robert came up with his gear. "What do you mean?"

"The tents. Where are they? They were still up a few minutes ago when I came to clean up any trash we might've left behind."

"Oh, the tents? They're packed up."

"I…what? What do you mean they're already packed?"

"I mean that they're already packed. I packed them."

"Robert, that's impossible." I held up the duffel bag for the tents. "If they were already packed, they'd be in here."

"Are they supposed to go there?"

"Yes, they're supposed to go there! If not, the fabric will rip or get damaged, or one of the poles might break or something. Now, where are they?"

He scratched the back of his neck and laughed. "Um…they…they're…"

Larry opened the trunk of the car and the tents came popping out, halfway done still and poked Larry right in the face. He must've been having a bad day today, because Dimetroodon was throwing things inside, amongst which were a hammer, a pan, a bar of soap that Larry managed to swallow, and a jug of water.

Then I crossed my arms and scowled at Robert. "What makes it so hard for you to do things right? What do I have to do to make you understand?"

"Leave the throne or jump off the cliff."

"What?"

"Nothing, nothing."

Well, we all made our final restroom breaks and after triple-checking we had left nothing but footprints behind. We all stepped in the car and buckled up. "Ow!" Lilia yelped as Larry reclined the chair. "Larry, stop it! You're squishing me!"

Larry raise his eyebrow and smiled. "Am I now?"

"Larry, get the seat back up."

"Larry, get the seat up," I said to him.

"But it feel so relaxing. We're not going to do anything on the journey back home but sleep," he said.

"Larry, my foot's falling asleep!" Lilia exclaimed.

"Larry…" I said.

"Oh, fine!" he shouted. He set the seat upright again and pouted, looking out the window. I tell you, his lower lip was so far out, he could've stepped on it. But now that I think of it, it would've been impossible. Because Larry doesn't have lips.

But you know what I mean.

Anyways, we left and all started relaxing. Larry turned on the radio to modern Amarkian pop. "No, I don't like that," said Dimetroodon. So Larry changed it again until Dimetroodon told him to stop on the classical station.

"Oh, no. No that. I don't want to fall asleep at the wheel," I said.

Roger leaned forward and changed the station to rock music. Everyone shouted for Larry to change it again. He found another station with pop ballads. Coincidentally, just after the song finished playing, they played a song from my first album, Into Your Heart!

The song is called "Tell Me What You Want Me To Do."

"Now, that's what I call music," I said.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Larry rolling his around in frustration. Well, he didn't have to listen if he didn't want to! We had just entered the freeway that took us back to the city when I saw something strike the windshield.

That suddenly woke up all up. I'm not kidding. Everyone jumped up and looked around them. "Whoa! What was that?" I said.

"It looked like…a rock. Did someone just throw a rock at us?" said Darla.

"I don't know."

A few minutes passed by. "Ah, it probably was a stray pebble," said Larry. Right after he finished, a yellow ball of paint struck the windshield. "Yikes! Who just shot a paintball at us?"

I looked on both sides of the freeway. We were the only car on the road. "That's odd. There's no one but us."

Then we heard it.

The pounding of bullets on the roof. "What's going on?!" Lilia screamed.

"Someone shooting at us!" Larry yelled.

A menacing black helicopter appeared above us and fired. We ducked just as it destroyed the windshield. "What is that?" Kathy said in terror.

"What's going on?" said Greeny.

"Who's shooting?" said Rudy.

Larry shook the shards of glass off of him and stuck out his head through the window and looked behind us. "I don't see anything. I don't know why that chopper just…what is…oh no….uh, Spiny…speed up!"

"What? Why? What's going on?"

"It's the IEO! They're coming for the Terra-Track! They know we have it!"

"What? How?"

"I don't know! They're…holy crap! They just pointed their missiles at us!" Then Larry's eyes darted back to the road. "Go faster! Quick!"

I pressed the gas pedal flat on the floor a blast of wind surged in through the shattered windshield. I managed to take a look at the helicopter in the side view mirror….right before it was shot off.