Silver watched as Vector shoved pizza after pizza out, placing them neatly in white boxes. Rotor yawned as he scratched his butt, with Vector stamping the boxes, handing five to Silver and another five to Rotor.

"There. That should be able to cover the costs we owe the DMV," Vector stated as he took out a calculator and pressed some buttons on it. "And that just leaves us at..."

Silver and Rotor glanced at each other, then back at Vector.

"But why do we owe the Department of Motor Vehicles anything?" Silver asked, an innocently confused look on his face.

Vector glared at Silver, growling as he wagged his right index finger. "Look, you'll figure it out once you're in business school." He then pointed at the back door. "Now hurry! I don''t think we can hold them much longer!"

Silver and Rotor shrugged as they headed out the back door with the five boxes of pizza each in their hands, while Vector continued counting on his calculator.