After this there is about two (or possibly three) more chapters. Then, after that there'll be a "True Hollywood Story" about what happened and if they got away with the murder.

"Whew, that was a close one," sighed Emulander. "We almost killed that emu."

"Emu, Emu, Emu," said Shananigagger. "Always caring about emus more than humans.

"Hey lets stop at this motel for the night," said Emu. "I'm really tired."

"Fine," says FiFi, looking at her watch. 11:30 PM, they really should stop. She pulls the truck into "Billy Bob's Motel."

"I'll get a room, all of you wait here," says LuLu. She runs into the motel's office.

Emulander smiles and greets the filthy-looking guy at the front desk. "Hi, I'd like a room for one night."

"Ok, you can get the two-person room with one bed for $50 a night, the three-person room with one bed and a pull-out bed from the couch for $75 a night, or leave," he answers.

"Um…can I get the three-person room? I have four people but I suppose that would be –"

"NO! For the three-person room you must have THREE PEOPLE!" the man interrupted, "Now LEAVE!"

"But one of us could –"

"I DON'T CARE! LEAVE!"

"Fine," LuLu replied angrily. On the way out she said, "By the way you smell, take a bath."

"GO!"

Emulander walked back to the truck. "It looks like we're gonna be sleeping in the truck."

"Why?" FiFi asked.

"Um…well this hotel's too smelly and trashy."

"Oh, ok," said a very sleepy FiFi.

That night, they all slept in the truck. The next day, they will continue they journey.

LuLu's Journal, June 24, 2004

Today I devised the perfect plan for how to murder Holly Diff. FiFi decided that we'll frame Michel Johnson for the crime. His motive would be that he…uh…just hated the bitch (we're still working on the exact reason for that, but I'll get back to you on that shortly). We decided that tomorrow we'll travel to Sometimesland Ranch to steal one of MJ's surgical masks and one of his gloves (for framing it on him). This'll be interesting…

LuLu woke up bright and early the next day (as usual) ready to travel to Sometimesland Ranch. "That was the worst sleep I've ever had in my life," moaned Shananigagger.

"Actually that there wasn't half-bad," said DeDe. "I reckon that once you've a slept in dumpsters and cardboard boxes, the trunk of a truck seems like sleeping on a fluffy cloud."

"Never trust a cow that tap-dances at night I always say," Yolanda said.

"Wow…that there was the most useful advice I've a eva gotten," said DeDe.

"Ok, ENOUGH!" shouted Emulander, "We've gotta go!"

FiFi started the car and drove out of the motel parking lot. "Oh, the wheels on the truck go round and round! Round and round! Round and round," sang Yolanda.

"You've one weird person," said Shani.

They drove for about five hours, and then finally arrived at the Sometimesland Ranch. It looked like Wacko Jacko was having one of his parties where he invites hundreds of little boys and girls (although he only cares about the boys) to his house to play in the theme park he has in his backyard. "Now the question is, how are we gonna get in?" asked DeDe.

"Hmmm…" pondered FiFi.

Will they get in? How will they steal the glove and surgical mask? Will EVER murder Holly Diff? Find out in the next (or the one after that) chapter of "How the Gloved One Finally Went to Jail!"