Jak and Daxter: Arkansas Style!

Chapter 1: Welcome to big ol' Arkansas!

"Jak! Can you please stop and ask for directions?"
"We've been following your stupid map for 18 hours now!" Daxter complained.

"Daxter, if we stop now, we'll miss the last of Quake Con."

"That may be true, Jak, but I wanna actually know where we're going."
"I do, Dax. We're in Kansas!" Jak replied.

"Maybe if they added an 'Ar' to Kansas then maybe we are!"

At that moment they passed an Arkansas welcome sign.

"See Jak? This is where your maps get us!" Daxter screamed as he jumped on the dashboard.

Suddenly Jak stomped on the brake.

SPLAT! The impatient Ottsel was flat against the windshield.

"Oh yeah. Good goin Jak. It's only a minor head injury!"

"Get up! Your fine. Walk it off." Jak said with a smile.

"Everything is a joke to you, Jak. In case you haven't noticed, WE'RE 2 STATES AWAY FROM

WHERE WE SHOULD BE!"

Jak smacked Daxter.

"Be quiet! I know a short..."

"Oh no! I'm driving there, Jak!"

Jak was laughing so hard that he drove off of a bridge and onto a field.

"Uh, Jak, buddy. Look at the road, please."

Instead of listening, Jak started to laugh even harder and made the car crash into a tree.

They both blacked out instantly.

30 minutes later...

"Do you fellers plan on replacin that there telephone pole?" A redneck man asked.

"Sir, thats a tree." Jak replied.

"This here is Arkansas. We don't have those fancy new fangled pre-cut poles. We use these here trees."

Jak and Daxter both looked at eachother with a look that said "Koo-Koo!"

"I'll get this one Jak." Daxter whispered.

"Excuse me, sir. We need to get to Dallas, soon. Can you give us directions?"

"Sure you little talking critter. When you get this tree replaced."

Daxter sighed and shook his head.

"How long?"

"2 days 'till the truck gets it delivered, I reckon."

"Can't we give you money to order it?" Jak asked.

"I don't work with no smart man's money."

"That there be your job!"

Jak grunted and finally nodded in agreement.