Chapter 37: Booty

The pineapple ice cream actually sooth my tomato and cheese filled stomach. It was still a good part of the day left but Emmet and I had our fill of the Fair and decided to find new adventures to get into (his words, not mine).

We put all the day's booty into the back of the Jeep, except for Snoopy and the blow doll. No, they were strapped into the back seat, of course.

"Hey, do you think we can use the car pool lane now?" Emmett asked.

"I don't think they count as passengers, Em. So where are we headed?"

"Let's see: we've got $425 to blow and a whole afternoon left."

At the exact same time we sang out, "WAL-MART!"