Once Yachiru crossed the border into California, she had to pull out her carefully hand-written directions. Contrary to popular belief, she knew she had no sense of direction whatsoever, and she really did not want to get lost after coming so far. It had been her most successful trip ever. Ever. She was still on the right continent, facing the right direction, and best yet, in the right state. There were palm trees and everything.
She left Route 66, turning down successively smaller roads until she arrived at a rather expensive looking home in a residential area. The gate was open, as she had arranged before her arrival (via emoji-laden text message). She grinned a huge grin and downed the last of the Oreos. She had made it. This was officially, officially her most successful trip, her best plan, the best day of her life. Ever. She rumbled up through the gate and disappeared behind the privacy fence.