"Gus...Gus...yoo hoo Gusy old boy are you home?" shawn exclaimed in the passanger seat of the blueberry.
glancing at the fake psychic "what. shawn and don't call me that."
"we're loooossssst!" the five year old-I mean thirty year old whined in his usal dramtic fashion.
"well maybe if someone hadn't taken out the map to make more room for his pineapple chips we WOULDN'T BE!" the driver exclaimed.
Shawn turned his head and pouted looking up he saw a sighn for a medeviel festival and a guy in a green dragone suit standing out front.
Gus glanced up and dead panned "No, no we are not asking the dragon for directions."
shawn slupped in his seat "come on son, we're lost."
"no."
stars shined in the middle of the desert and on the road was a small, blue, company car driving down raut 66.
"knew we should've asked the dragon for directions."