The Morning After
Back on earth the next day the Sids were in the kitchen, sitting on the counter, and eating cold pizza. "You know your not supposed to drink after you take those right?" said the warrior while the enchanter took some antibiotics, washed down with a beer chaser, "You know by all laws of physics and nature this planet has derived we're not supposed to exist?" "Good point" said the warrior before she floated through the ceiling and into the shower.
A while later they were in an old beat up van, in front of a nightclub. Normally they'd never be able to get into the exclusive club, but they had a good method to sneak in. When they walked through the door they both pointed to each other and said "It's ok she's with me."
The warrior had a few drinks to help her feel better, but after a minute when she felt no effect she had another drink to go down and look for the first two. After that she sent down one more for moral support. When the second pair didn't report back she sent down a 3 shot glass search party. She sent down about 26 more to help the others.
A few hours later, Jim, and the warrior were driving down the road in a silver minivan, on their way to Oxnard California, with the enchanter flying a large, camouflage, military type helicopter. "Sid why is it you can fly a helicopter like that without three jets firing rockets at you? beep" asked Jim, who was driving the minivan in a human polymorph, and talking over a radio. "Well to make a long story short, the U.S government is scared shitless of me, and have given me a lot of privileges, funny thing too, because I've never done crap to them. Nice bunch o guys though. beep" Replied Sid over the radio. After a few fuel, food, and piss stops, also a few hundred jokes, they finally reached Escondido, a city in California, and went to look at the truck.
They had to find a large field to land the helicopter in first, and then headed to a paint and body shop, in the heart of the Escondido ghetto. The truck their friend had promised to lend them was a bit on the OH MY GOD IT'S REALLY MOVING! side… It was a twenty-two foot long white truck, like the big UPS trucks, it had large patches of rust all over, and the doors would not close, which was ok anyway, because when your driving it you consider the wind ventilation. Also the most useless thing in the truck was the radio. It worked perfectly, but if you had the engine running, no matter what, you would not be able to hear that radio.
"Tell me why we're staying at the Motel 6 in the middle of the Escondido ghetto again." Said Jim "Because they're closing the road off tonight, and the trailer is in Ramona." "I can't fucking wait to get that trailer, did you see it?" "Yeah, I went with you, remember?"
A few hours earlier, they had driver the minivan to Ramona, and checked out the trailer. It was your average 27-foot boat trailer, completely covered in rust. Ramona is a little dumpy area in California, where everyone owns a horse. However one of the best sights they had ever seen, were the people at the 7 11 as they landed the helicopter, which they had modified to run of gasoline, at the fuel pump.
In the morning, Jim drove the truck, the enchanter drove the helicopter, and the warrior drove the minivan, as was it for the rest of the trip. They reached Oxnard, the helicopter had to land in the water, with special floaters on it, the truck they parked at the marina, and they all took the minivan to the house again.
The Sid's friend Susan, and her father showed up, her father in a small skiff, and her in a car. "That skiff is only five feet long, if it's even that!" said Jim to the enchanter, "I was expecting something larger too."
The whole reason they had gone there, was the pick up their old twenty-six foot Chris Craft cabin cruiser, that had been sitting in the water for 8 years. Of course they had Susan's father to help push it with the skiff to the marina, to put it on the trailer, but had expected a larger skiff.
After they had hooked it up, Susan, and the two Sids went up the stairs a bit to go to the car, and Susan's father, Richard, stayed in the skiff, while Jim stayed on the boat itself. When they were halfway up the dock, Richard just started the engine on the skiff, and started pushing the boat out. "SHIT!" rang out the Sids and Susan in unison. They just stood there and watched them go out. "I'll go get the helicopter." Said the enchanter, in aw. "You do that." With that the enchanter rushed to get to the helicopter, running all the red lights, going 40miles over the speed limit, and making everyone think she was a native Californian.
Susan, Sid, and Sid were both on the docks at the marina, watching in aw as in the distance the little skiff, pushed that 26 foot boat sideways, down the channel, as the people around them in the big speed boats, and 20million dollar yachts, laughed their assed off.
Finally after about ten minutes, the boat docked, they tied it down, and nearly fell into the water laughing. For a while they were just sitting there scraping barnacles off, when the shallow water navy, or as some know them, the coast guard, docked a little farther down, and started walking to them. The Sids had to explain to him the whole story, and finally, his hopes of writing them every ticket he knew how to write dashed, he left.
"Ok pull her up just a bit more and I'll get the truck." Said Jim, before going off to get the truck. They pulled the boat a bit closer to pavement, and tried to center her, so she's get n the trailer straight. Jim began backing the truck up slowly, with the warrior in the water, helping guide the boat straight. In the first try they aligned the boat perfect on the trailer, and began tying it down. They parked it in the marina's pay parking lot, and took the van to a motel six for the night.
The next day, the enchanter took an inflatable skiff to the helicopter, Jim drove the truck, and the warrior drove the van, and it was a hilarious sight. Down three city blocks in Oxnard there was a big white van with a trailer covered in rust, and this 26-foot boat with the bottom covered in barnacles seaweed and things not yet known to man, with a silver minivan behind it, and a helicopter flying above the three.
"How's the gas going in that truck? Beep" asked the enchanter over the radio, "Pretty good, getting about six gallons to the mile. Beep" Replied Jim. "After our last stop yesterday, we've still got half a tank left, which is incredible for this thing." "Well this van isn't getting as good as that, I need to gas up." broke in the warrior. When they pulled into the gas station, the guy there shouted "Take all the money, please just don't hurt us!" And the children at the car wash cowered in fear, looking at the truck, scared they may have to wash it.
As this caravan drove down the interstate at 60miles per hour, the police just looked at them, and passed by them, figuring that they already had enough problems, and that if they started writing tickets, they wouldn't have another day off for weeks. While others that drove near them, had a religious experience, when they realized that it was actually moving by itself.
Finally they reached their house, in Las Vegas, Nevada, and they parked the truck in front of it, and the helicopter went through a secret teleport gate in the backyard, back to their island on Norrath.
And this was also the first day they would meet their next door neighbor, on their left side. The conversation with him went somewhat like this. "Hey nice to meet you, sorry about the truck and boat, we're not trying to look like white trash." Somewhere from in the backyard came "Yeah it's just a natural ability!" And that was about the highpoint…
