Road trip, Eh?

ATA: Hey! I, Annoying Talking Animal, am here to entertain you, dear reader, because that's what I do best. And because I'm the co-author.

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Chelss: Yes, please?

Note: Just in case you care, the Moose VS Mooses thing is a common argument around here. The plural form of moose is actually moose, just like sheep, but mooses sound better and meese is just a stupid comment Chelss made a couple of years ago. Octopuses rule. See, Word is telling me its not octopi but octopuses, but that sounds stupid, so octopi it is.

Chapter Two: Moose, Mooses, and Meese

It was a mild fall day in Northern BC, where the bladebreakers were standing outside of their SUV.

"Let's get the hell out of here," Kai said, advancing.

"No! If we leave, we won't see a moose!" Max exclaimed in dismay.

"Max, we're in Canada. Mooses-"

"Moose-"

"Mooses."

"It's Moose!"

"Mooses!"

"Meese!" Max added enthusiastically. They all stared at him.

(ATA- if you didn't understand that, see the intro for an explanation.)

"… Anyway, MOOSES are all over the place around here." Kai finally finished.

"Actually, no they aren't," A random Canadian pointed out. "That's just a legend. Like polar bears."

"Actually, polar bears live all over Canada, even in Ontario, eh?" another random Canadian argued.

Kai rolled his eyes and got in the car. Max, Ray and Tyson jumped in after him.

"Um… guys… get off me," said Kai's muffled voice. So Ray got into the front seat, Max went in the back and they strapped Tyson to the roof of the car. For no good reason, I might add.

Kai, being over 16 and all, started the car.

"Are we there yet?" asked Max curiously.

"No," said Kai irritably.

"Are we there yet?" asked Tyson impatiently through the sunroof.

"No," Ray replied exasperatedly.

"Are we there yet?" Max asked patiently.

"Max, we haven't even moved yet," Kai said.

"How much longer?" asked Tyson.

"Where'd you come from?" asked Max in alarm, noticing that Tyson was back in his seat.

"That's the magic of teleportation," Tyson grinned.

"Teleportation is magic," Ray said.

They drove in a rather rare silence for a few minutes.

"Wow. We were silent," Max pointed out in awe.

"We were silent, but you ruined it," Kai rolled his eyes.

"Silence is golden," Tyson quoted solemnly.

"… Tyson, are you all right?" Ray wondered in concern. Tyson didn't often say anything solemnly.

"Wait a second… the car's a little empty." Kai pointed out.

"O-M-G! O-M-G!"

"Max, that's an acronym. You don't actually say that."

"Thanks, Ray, but WE FORGOT KENNY AND HILARY!"

"Um… no you didn't," Kenny said, appearing from nowhere. They all stared at him in alarm. This caused Kai to almost hit a rather traumatized black bear that was trying to leisurely cross the road.

"Black bears?" asked Max. "They're not native here, are they?"

"Who cares," Kenny said intelligently.

"I know! It's just a species of bear that actually should be in Ontario," Hilary added.

"Where'd you two come from?" asked a puzzled Max.

"That's the magic of teleportation."

"Teleportation IS-"

"We get it, Ray."

Tyson's cell phone started to ring rather obnoxiously. "I'LL GET IT!" he shrieked, flipping it open.

"Tyson, I have good news," said a voice.

"Oooooh, a surprise!" Tyson squawked.

"Your husband died."

Tyson wailed and buried his head in his hands. Max, Ray, Kenny and Hilary started banging their heads against the window.

"Tyson, you don't have a husband," Kai informed him, annoyed.

Tyson ignored him. "I thought you had GOOD news!" He said to the mysterious voice.

"I do! I just saved 15 or more on car insurance by switching to Geico!" Tyson hung up angrily. "Well, that was rude." He pulled out a bucket of ice cream and a huge spoon.

"ICE CREAM!" Max screamed, lunging for the bucket. Kai rolled his eyes and turned his attention to the road just as they narrowly missed driving straight into an eighteen-wheeler.

"What'cha gonna do with all that junk, all that junk inside your trunk," Ray sang loudly.
Max handed Tyson a gun. "Shoot me, please!" he begged.

(Chelss: I despise that song.)

"Max, you know we're not allowed guns in Canada," Tyson pointed out, throwing it out the window, where, coincidentally, it went through someone's windshield. "I wonder where this gun came from?" The two-year-old soon-to-be-serial killer wondered.

They finally arrived at their hotel in Alberta. Ray and Kai ended up sharing a room (now they can have fun together without Max walking in on them), Tyson, Hilary and Hilary shared…

Wait, Hilary and Hilary? Okay, apparently Kenny got a sex change and named himself Hilary. Noooooo.

Tyson, Hilary and Kenny shared and Max got his own room because he's my favourite character. It was a huge suite-type thing. The other two rooms had two twin beds.

"Oh, come on, there are three of us and two beds. How does this work!" Tyson complained.

"It just does." a random Canadian told him.

ATA: I know, I know, a crappy ending, but I ran out of material. Sorry. The next one I write will be better, I promise:)

Oh, and I don't own My Humps by the Black Eyed Peas and Geico by… Geico. Later.

Chelss/RR: Wow, RandomnessRox makes RR. That's cool. Wee-eell, ATA decided to make a whole chappa on the car ride. Interesting. I will be writing the next chapter. Which hopefully will be longer than this.

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