Road Trip, Eh?
This chapter is by Annoying Talking Animal. As is the second chapter.
ATA: Hey people
Well, thanks for the reviews. Very good... yes... and if you want a reply, then please log in first. We're not allowed to reply in the fic. I don't see why, but whatever floats the FFN peoples' boats, I guess.
RR: YEAH 4 reviews! That's one step closer to out goal of 5 -.-;
ATA: Anyway, the new chappa will be in the car again, because I don't know the order of the provinces. I'm pretty sure Manitoba's next... or is it Saskatchewan? And what about the Yukon Territories? Didn't we skip them? Wow. What a great Canadian I am.
RR: Saskatchewan is next, you idiot, and in 'WOW, Canada!' they do the 3 territories last.
ATA: Aaaargh. I can't wait till we get to Ontario. I love Ontario (hugs)
Okay, here's the chappa.
Chapter 4: Of Tim Horton's and 'Doughnut Holes'
The Albertian sun rose over the horizon, and the first movement of the day was made by Kai Hiwatari himself.
"Kai, stop smashing things with that rock." moaned Ray from under the many thick blankets on his hotel room bed. Kai ignored him, smashing a lamp mercilessly. "Kai, stoppit," Ray said slightly louder. Kai threw his rock out the window, leaving it shattered beyond repair. "Kai, you realize you have to pay for all this."
Kai shook his head. "No, Max does. He payed for the rooms."
"Why?"
"He has the closest thing to Canadian Money."
"Which is..."
"American Money."
"Oh. Go figure."
The two of them decided to get up. Ray went to wake up everyone else, and Kai went to the car.
"Max, Tyson, Hilary, Kenny," Ray said into a large speaker. "Clean-up in aisle 5."
"Whaaaaaa-...?" asked a sleepy Tyson.
Max left his room carrying a large suitcase.
"What's in there?" asked Tyson.
"Souvenirs. Look what I bought!" Max pulled out a pair of Canadian Flag shoelaces, a Canadian Flag mouse pad, and a Canadian flag mug.
(RR: What about a moose plushie? I love meese)
"Um..." they all said together.
Kenny and Hilary emerged from their room, and they all went to the SUV to see Kai tapping the dashboard impatiently.
"Hurry up, the faster we get out of Canada the better," he told them irritably.
"What do you have against Canada?" asked a random Canadian politely.
"You're too polite," he replied.
"You can't be too polite, eh?" another Canadian pointed out.
"And there are too many random Canadians standing around making comments," he added.
They all walked away angrily.
"Hehe..." he cackled, locking the bladers, Hilary and Kenny into the car and zooming away.
"Zoom zoom," whispered the kid from the Toyota commercial.
"Did you know that that kid gets payed $20,000 for saying 'zoom zoom'?" Max asked.
"I want that job!" Tyson whined.
A few hours later, the 6 teens were starving.
"Let's stop for food," Tyson suggested.
Kai pulled in to the nearest 'Tim Horton's'.
"How may I help you, eh?" asked the woman at thr drive through.
"Where's that voice coming from?" asked Kenny in awe.
"Kenny, it's the speaker," Ray told him exasperatedly.
"Ohhh..."
"How may I help you?" asked the woman again.
"Um..." Kai said.
Max rolled his eyes. "Can we have a party pack of assorted timbits?"
"Is that everything?"
"Yup."
"Next window please, eh?"
They all looked at Max. "... now repeat that in English, please."
"I asked for timbits."
"Which are..."
"You guys are so ignorant. You know how there's a hole in the middle of a doughnut?"
They all nodded.
"Well, some genius took the piece cut out from that hole and put the same toppings or whatever from the doughnut onto the hole, and named it a timbit."
They were all shocked.
"But... why?" asked Tyson.
"... because it tasted good?" Hilary replied frustratedly.
ATA: I'm too lazy to write more. Maybe Chelsea will. Anyway, this is Annoying Talking Animal signing out. Read my beyblade fics!
RR: I'm too lazy to write more, too. I mean, come on, I just wrote a chapter yesterday! All I know is that next chapter, the Bladebreakers shall be in Saskatchewan. Not Manitoba, not Yukon, but Saskatchewan.
REVIEW and maybe we can finally beat our goal of 5!
And for future reference: Max rocks.