"Watch out! RIGHT! RIGHT! RIGHT! LEFT!"

"Ten points!"

"Iiiiieee!"

"WOAH! New record!"

"LOOK OUT!" The Liquidator tried to ignore the only conscious passengers. Bushroot was about ready to have heart-failure, and QuackerJack was keeping score of how many civilians The Liquidator managed to hit.

"Remind me again, who is driving this fabulous four-door sedan?" He mumbled as he turned a sharp corner, tossing two wheels up into the air.

"IIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!"

"YIPES!"

"YEEEHAAW!" QuackerJack began clapping happily as the car sped along the road on only two wheels.

"Get us down! Get us down!" Bushroot yelped, jumping up and grabbing the wheel.

"Hey!" The Liquidator yelped, pushing him back into the seat.

"LOOK OUT!" This time, QuackerJack screamed a warning, jumping into the back seat, and covering his head.

"AHHH!" The Liquidator began to spin the wheel frantically, trying to avoid the wall of police cars.

"HOLD ON!"

"TO WHAT!?"

"YYYYYYYYEEEEEEHHHHHHAAAAAWWWWW!" QuackerJack screamed as Bushroot grabbed onto him hanging on for dear life as the sedan collided bumper-to- bumper with a police car, and flew over the blockage.