They left the bathroom of the BP Gas Station, where the VAAA meeting had been held. Dumbo was glad to see that the next person using the bathroom was bringing in some lightbulbs. Maybe the lighting would be better for the next VAAA meetings.

When they went outside, there was a helicopter in the parking lot and scorch marks on both of the buildings that surrounded the parking lot. There was a lot of broken glass, and it seemed like several fire departments had been called.

"DUMBO!" called a voice from above.

"W-what?" Dumbo turned his head. He wasn't familiar with the voice. It was also hard to hear because there was a loud helicopter noise. Dumbo was not used to this noise because he lived in a nice neighborhood where helicopters were banned. Dumbo was actually on the neighborhood helicopter watch, and three days a week he'd go out on his roof and shoot down any helicopter that was in the sky of their neighborhood. Dumbo was overwhelmed with pride when he remembered fulfilling this civic duty that he kicked ass at. Damn, Dumbo did more than vote! Dumbo was truly moving democracy forward in his local municipal district.

But for the time being, Dumbo wasn't on civic duty, and shooting a helicopter out of the sky in this district was illegal. He hoped that the helicopter pilot wasn't aware of local air laws, but then he saw a huge license in the helicopter window. It took up about a fourth of the glass. But it didn't matter because this was a huge helicopter. One-fourth of a window was the size of a whole normal-sized helicopter.

"HEY!" The voice from the Helicopter yelled at Dumbo again.

Dumbo was frustrated: he hated illegal helicopters, and he hated talking to strangers even more (he was not a fan of Malcolm Gladwell, so he hadn't read his book on the subject). This situation felt like when he went up against a zombie deck user in the Yu-Gi-Oh card game. That deck was just unfair.

Dumbo didn't want to have to shoot down a helicopter just to get his morning cup of joe. He wouldn't have gotten it at BP anyway - he hadn't bought coffee from BP since the 2010 oil spill - but nonetheless, he needed to get out of the gas station. Hopefully he could get to the Thornton's across the street without being followed by any illegal air vehicles.

"It's me, Chuck Norris," Chuck Norris yelled out of the helicopter to Dumbo.

"Goddamn it, it's Chuck Norris!" the Pope exclaimed with a coffee in his hand. He didn't care about the environment, so he was buying his coffee from BP. Dumbo was mostly fine with that. At the very least, he wouldn't say anything to the Pope's face about it.

"Chuck Norris!" Dumbo exclaimed.

"DUMBO, I HATE YOU!" Chuck Norris yelled at Dumbo.

"Whoa, what?!" Dumbo replied automatically.

"I AM AN ELEPHANT HATER!" Norris reiterated, and tore open his button-down shirt to reveal a tight t-shirt with a sad elephant on it. A tear ran down Dumbo's cheek. He had heard of elephant haters before, but he never thought that the martial arts champion Chuck Norris would be one of them.

Then, as quickly as the tear had fallen down Dumbo's cheek, it happened. Chuck Norris jumped out of his helicopter, landed right in front of a very sad Dumbo, and roundhouse-kicked him in both of the ears. With a great leap, he jumped back into his helicopter, sat down for a few hours and read all of JD Salinger's Franny and Zooey, threw a smoke bomb down, and left.

"Dumbo! Are you okay?" The Pope came over and comforted Dumbo.

"Yeah, my ears are made of pure muscle and cartilage, so I'm alright," Dumbo replied, a bit shaken.

"That's good to hear," the Pope said.

"Let's just ignore Chuck Norris. There are a lot of Elephant-Haters out there, and if we focus on all the hate in the world, then we'll never finish our taxes," Dumbo said with resolve.

"I couldn't have said it better myself, Dumbo," agreed the Pope. But Dumbo knew that the Pope could have said it better himself, because the Pope could have just asked God what words to use. Dumbo didn't have God up his sleeve. But still, he appreciated the Pope for saying that. The compliment made him feel a little bit like JD Salinger.

Dumbo took a deep breath. "I think it's time we go visit Sissy Spacek ourselves," he said with finality.

With that, they went to the computer to put her address into Google Maps. At first, the Pope went to Bing Maps, but Dumbo complained loudly and the Pope went to AskJeeves instead. Dumbo tried to bite back his criticism of the Pope's taste in search engines - for real, it was 2020 and the Pope was using AskJeeves? AskJeeves Maps showed that Sissy Spacek's home was 200 meters from Dumbo. It gave directions to the house via the LA train system. It would take them only five hours to get to her house. They packed some sandwiches and walked to the train station.