(Well, I've taken a little break right now, and I'm back to the writing! I know that my bio said I won't be back until December. But that just means that I won't be STARTING anything new until then. Right now, I'm trying to finish this stuff. So I now present chapter whatever of this story! YAY!)

"After we had driven away from the car wash....we were bored again." said Hunter. Everyone looked at him. "Hunter, who are you talking to?" asked Elora. Hunter held up a magazine. "No one, I'm just reading this story in the magazine aloud."

"Why are you doing that?"

"Because I felt like it."

"Why are you reading Shiny Goats Monthly?"

"HEY! What is this, an interrogation?"

(While they were talking, they failed to see a hitchhiker standing in the road. The RV drew perilously close to the pedestrian, who was hoping they would stop and give him a lift. The RV drew nearer, the hitchhiker grew anxious....

BAM!!!

"Sabina, I think you hit something." said Spyro. They stopped the RV and got out. Smacked on the front of it was Joe the Sheep. "Ow..." he groaned. Hunter walked over and peeled him off. "What are you doing on the front of our RV?" he demanded.

"Hitchhiking. Say, can you guys give me a lift?" asked Joe hopefully.

"Sure!" said Elora. "Where ya goin?" Joe miraculously recovered. "To the Border of Texas." he said.

"What a coincidence! That's on the route to where we're going!" said Akiro. "Let's go!"

They threw Joe into the RV so hard that he hit the wall opposite the door. Then they climbed in after a brief round of applause and drove off. Bianca drove, while everyone sat in the living room area and talked with Joe.

"So Joe, whacha been doing since your last fanfic?" asked Hunter. Joe shrugged. "Oh, I've been practicing me accordion playing. Wanna hear?"

"NO!!"

"Sheesh! Okay!"

Joe was sitting in the recliner, and Spyro grabbed the little lever on the side of it. "Here, you wanna kick back and recline?" he asked, jerking the lever. The recliner folder up, squishing Joe. "Mmmfff! Gehh mmm ooofff hrrree!" Joe yelled.

"You turned it the wrong way!" shouted Akiro, who yanked the handle in the opposite direction. The recliner snapped open and reclined so fast that it plastered Joe against the ceiling. "Sorry, Joe!" said Akiro. "Here, lemme get that for you." He pulled out a really big spatula and scraped the sheep off the ceiling. Joe landed in the hallway, right in front of the bathroom.

All the water that had been sitting there suddenly rushed out onto Joe. Unfortunately for him, his wool acted like a sponge and soaked up all the liquid.

"Don't worry, Joe! I'll help you!" shouted Sabina. She grabbed Joe, held him over the bathtub, and squeezed him through one of those old fashioned laundry wringers. Joe came out flat as a pancake. "Now to get all those wrinkles out." Sabina stated as she pulled out the iron.

Joe's eyes bugged out.

(Five minutes later.)

"Oops." said Sabina. She had left scorch marks all over Joe. "Maybe you should sit down."

Joe went shakily over to the couch and sat down. Right on the possum. "NOOO!!!! NOT POSSUMS!! AAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!" Joe yelled running to the door.

"Don't jump out now!" shouted Spyro. "We're going over sixty!!"

Joe jumped out of the RV and hit a brick wall. Spyro groaned. "Tried to warn him..."

They drove on for another hour or twenty until it got dark.

"There's no RV park to stop at." whined Hunter. "Now what?" Bianca steered the vehicle partway down a dirt road. "Well, we'll just have to stop here for the night. Who wants to play poker before bed?"

"I DO!!" shouted everyone.

Meanwhile, in the middle of their sixth consecutive game a lone figure arrived on a unicycle. It was Moneybags! The bear was totally out of breath, and had to stop by running into a tree. "Pant...pant....I'll show them...gasp!" he muttered to himself. "I'll steal their gas! Then they won't be able to go anywhere, and I'll sell them back the gas and while they're happy about it, steal back my RV!" he said as he pulled out a long tube and a plastic gas container.

Finding the gas cap he unscrewed it and inserted the tube and started siphoning. Finally, liquid started dribbling out of it and Moneybags grinned. "Yes, my plan is working! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"

Unfortunately, Spyro and them heard his evil laughter and came running outside. "You! What do you think you're doing?" demanded Spyro. Moneybags laughed. "I'm stealing your gas! Now you can't go anywhere!!! You thought you could get away with taking my RV, did ya? Well, you thought wrong! HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!! "

"Um, dude?" said Hunter. "That's not the gas tank."

Moneybags stopped laughing. He looked at the tube, which was now dribbling something thick and sludgy. He turned several shades of green and ran off screaming.

"What's his problem?" asked Spyro. "Doesn't he like root beer floats?" he wondered as he pulled the tube out of the tank. "Wow, you have a tank for root beer floats?" asked Sabina excitedly. Elora nodded. "Yeah! There wasn't enough room in the freezer for 'em so we had it installed while Panthergirl was taking a break between chapters."

(Well, what did you think was in the tank? Hey! Get those sick thoughts outta your head right now!)

They went back inside and had root beer floats while they finished their game of poker.

I'm so sorry for the wait. We gave our old computer to my grandma and got a new one so it took a while to get everything saved and reloaded. Now, the next chapter is probably gonna be the last one, and it will be longer than this chapter. Heck, this chapter was too short for my standards, but I'm in a hurry to post this.