Stanton groaned of boredom as he rose from his place on the rock solid train bench. He had just finished all five Harry Potter books… for the tenth time and he couldn't find his lover anywhere. Sighing, he munched on an eight month stale animal cracker and started to think. A dangerous pastime, yes, but there wasn't much else to do. Stanton thought about a lot of things. Rainbows and lions and monkeys and bikes. Aston and candy and castles and kites. He grinned a little at his rhyme. Suddenly, a dangerous query came to mind, the ever notorious "What if?" What if the Earth was flat? What if he was a brunette? What if he stuck his arm out of the train window while under the tunnel? His grin widened. Yes! That seemed like an excellent idea. He would do it. Pressing his palms against the window panes, he lifted the glass up. His arm slowly protruded from the window and in no less than a matter of seconds, a sharp pain sliced through it. Then before he could pull it back, a splash of water rained over his shoulder. It finally bashed into something soft and he could almost make out a small "ouch!". Of course, he couldn't have been sure because all the while he was screaming, "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Finally he thrust his bruised arm back through the window where he cried and fussed over it until a conductor confronted him.

"What possessed you to stick your hand out of that window, son?"

Stanton grimaced and muttered, "Thinking".

"A dangerous pastime"

"I know… where's Serena?"

"Serena?"

"Red head. Green eyes. Dressed kind of weird?"

"Oh", the man laughed mirthfully. "Her! She's driving."

Stanton laughed with him. "You're kidding right?"

The man shook his head. "No, I just turned it over to her".

Stanton took the man by the collar. "Do you realize the significance of what you've just done?!"

The man laughed and shook his head like the retard that he was. Sighing, Stanton shook his head. No wonder heavy metal had been playing on the train radio for the past thirty minutes. Sure enough, the train crashed into something and abruptly stopped.

"IT'S GONNA BLOW!" Stanton shouted, diving in and out between old ladies and other people. And after a few minutes, it did, blowing the seat of Stanton's jeans and underwear right off. Stanton's eyes widened as he commenced to cover up his jiggly ass.

"Choooo chooooooo!" Serena grinned and skipped towards him, a less than contagious smile on her features, seeing that everyone was quite devastated that their luggage had been destroyed.

"Serena, are you crazy?!"

She only beamed. "Look at it this way! We made it! We're in Hollywood!"

He turned to take in the grand sight before him. "Hollywooood!", he murmured before using his brains. "Serena…"

"Yes?"

"We're back where we started…"

"Oh…"

He shook in anger, his fist trembling. Had she been anyone else, he surely would have strangled her. He blasted a few old ladies just to shake off his rage.

"So, what did we crash into?" They turned to the right. "Uh oh…"

The now burning, smoking train had torn straight through a small, modest two- flat apartment, namely Jimena's new house. They gulped as Jimena came tearing out from the garden.

"¡Cuál es éste?! ¿Es usted loco? ¡Cómo podría usted hacer esto a mí?! ¡Maldígale, Serena! ¡Maldígale al infierno!"

Serena had taken a Spanish for Dummies book from her purse and was now rapidly skimming the pages. After about three minutes, she looked up to Jimena, a scowl on her face. "That was so mean!"

Stanton took Serena by the shoulders. "Come on. Let's go. If we-" He cut the sentence off to stare at something in the distance.

"If we what?" Serena asked him. "What are you staring at?" Suddenly, she turned to her left and fast paced Latin music began to play from no where in particular. She watched as a young, brunette, no more than in his early twenties came strolling towards them in slow motion, sweat pouring from his exposed chest. Serena raised an eyebrow as he stumbled a little, obviously tired from walking so slowly. Finally, he made it to them and leaned against the burning train, somehow pushing it further into Jimena's house. She babbled more vulgar Spanish as it ran over her petunias.

"Who are you?" Serena inquired of the stranger.

He tilted his head a bit and gave a lopsided grin. "I'm Aston Cutcher, duuudes and I came to give you back your wallet!" He turned to Stanton who could only stare at him, bewildered.

"Googaburwisk Tonstan", Stanton muttered.

Serena furrowed her eyebrows suspiciously. "How did you end up with Stanton's wallet?"

Dababadoo", Stanton agreed. He also was curious as to why Aston was there.

"It was totally awesome, dudes! Remember when you stuck your hand out of the train window?!"

"Taco", Stanton nodded.

"Well, dude you totally hit me in the head!" He showed them a knot. "And you dropped your wallet".

"Faraji", Stanton finally understood. "Fababa Laba Cocatoo?"

"Wha?!"

"What he means to say is, how can he ever thank you?"

"Dude, you are most welcome, but I'll pass. I'm on my way back to Miami!"

"Woolie Boolie!"

"What?"

"I don't know", Serena sighed. "Never heard that one before".

"Woolie Boolie!!!"

"Woolie Boolie?!"

"WOOLIE BOOLIE! WOOLIE BOOLIE! WOOLIE BOOLIE!"

"HUH?!" They both rang.

"TAKE US WITH YOU!" Stanton finally broke his voice barrier and boomed as loud as he could.

Aston rocked back and forth for a moment. "Sure, dudes. Hop in!" he smiled and motioned toward a black jet.