I don't own the kids next door blaa blaa blaa
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Two hours trapped inside a camper van isn't a very nice experience. But two hours trapped in a campervan with numbuh 3 asking every 10 minutes whether they were there yet was worse. Adding to that was the constant "yea I need that" and "no I got that one" following random numbuhs, by numbuh's 2 and 4 trading yipper cards. At least numbuh 4 had calmed down enough to be untied by then and was no longer dropping his cards onto the van floor due to the lack of movement he had had.
Numbuh 5 was perfectly happy during the first hour of the journey listening to her Cd's, that was until her cd player batteries had run out and she had realised she had brought no more batteries with her. Then to her disgust found out that the van only had a tape player, "What ya mean it's got no Cd player, hows numbuh 5 expected to chill if she can't listen to her music?"
"Don't worry old bean, I've got some tapes of mine you can listen to." Mr Uno had replied, accompanied by the sound of tubas blasting from the speakers.
The van had to be stopped twice due to the motion sickness numbuh 1 insisted he hadn't got. Yet on both occasions had ended up in the bush losing what ever he had eaten for lunch, though the carrots puzzled him, he was sure he most definitely hadn't eaten any of those.
When numbuh 1 and his dad returned to the van after the second time, they had returned to find the tape player broken and numbuh 4 nursing his sore fist. Mr uno completely baffled as to how it had happened, decided that he would act out the tuba sounds for the remainder of the journey much to numbuh 4's disappointment.
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