The Bride Needs a Ride
The scene changes to show Yami, once again, speeding down a deserted road.
"Hey, Spider-Man, are you out there? Come back." a man said over the C.B. Yami changed the channel.
"Snowman! How we doin', son? Come on back."
"Hang on just a minute, and I'll tell ya." Kaiab said, punching some buttons. "Looks like we're bout 28 minutes ahead of schedule. Come back."
"I hate to say I told you so."
"Don't lose your head, son. We still got a lot of boogeyin' to do."
"Put the pedal to the metal. I'm ten-ten on the side."
"For sure, for sure. Me and Fred, we got your back door, ain't we Fred?"
As Yami continued to go down the road, he noticed something that seemed out of place. A car was on the shoulder of the road, and decorated like it was to be for a bride and groom's wedding day. But the oddest thing, and Yami had to slam on the brakes for this one, was the bride that was standing in the middle of the road, flagging him down and still in her wedding dress, holding a bag of clothes, one could assume.
"Sorry, I don't want to get married." He replied with a grin.
"Teriffic. That makes two of us." she said, opening the passenger door and tossing her bag to Yami as she slid into the seat. "Could you unzip me?" she asked, with her back to him.
"Sure," he replied.
She turned back around to face him. "Does this thing move?" she asked.
"Oh, yeah." he said, gunning the engine and turning around.
Kaiba and Fred passed by the abandoned honeymoon getaway car and blew the horn at a bunch of stupid teenagers piled into an old beat up van that cut in front of them. Three guys got out, carrying a few small tools and heading for the abandoned car to see if there was anything worth taking.
Meanwhile, Yami and the runaway bride, followed by Kaiba and Fred swerved around another turn, not bothering to tap the brakes.
"Where are we going?" Yami asked, curious. "No, don't tell me. Let me guess. We are a bride in search of a wedding."
She removed the veil and tossed it out the window. "No."
"No?"
"There is a wedding in search of a bride." Yami looked at her quizically. Without the veil, he noticed that she had short chestnut brown hair pulled back into a small bun.
"Let me put it another way. Think of it as a wedding posse in search of a bride. You understand that, cowboy?"
"Yeah. What are you doin'?"
She propped up her feet on the dash board. "These are my shoes."
"Oh, yeah."
"And these are my legs."
"Yeah. What're ya gonna do with them?" he asked.
The bride grunted as she pulled the shoes off. "With the shoes, or the legs?" she asked, now placing her bare feet on the dash board.
"Last time I saw legs like that they had a message tied to 'em."
"What do you mean? These are great little legs. I'm a professional."
"Well in that case you shouldn't be dressed in white." he said, tossing the bag into the back seat.
"Dancer."
"Oh." He glanced at her again. "Well, cowboys love fat calves."
"They're not fat." she protested.
"Well, they're bigger than mine."
"Do we really want to talk about legs?"
"One of us does, otherwise we wouldn't have gone"
"Smart ass."
"What're we doin' now?" Yami asked, as the bride leaned into the back, grabbing her bag.
She grunted, "Well, I'm getting my clothes, you fool."
"That's a good idea. Why don't you slip into somethin' more comfortable?"
The bride looked at the speedometer. "Are we really going 110?"
"Uh-huh."
"We're going 110. Why do you wear that cowboy hat?" She asked, which was something that most would wonder about. It didn't necessaruli go with the tight-fitting black tank top and blue jeans, plus the wrist ornaments and the odd pendant that he wore on a chain around his neck, it was like an upside down pyramid with an engraved eye. "I know. Because you think it looks dazzling on you." she said, groaning.
"I had no idea when I bought this wedding dress it was going to be so hard to get out of."
Elfbrat18: Yes, couldn't get more strange, could it?
Whistler: What, Yami being a smartass or him wearing a cowboy hat?
Elfbrat18: ...both...
