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He had you at <span class="mu-g">HAULIE PAULIE.</span> Giving your radio a nod, you quickly follow up with a ‘<span class="mu-i">we’re on the way, buddy!</span>’ when it dawns on you that he probably can’t see what you’re doing.
“Now that’s the best news I’ve heard all night, kid!” Stripes cheers as a few other voices join him in the background! “And uh, don’t worry about the <span class="mu-r">BIG CHEESE–</span> Cliff reached out to him earlier and set up a chat. Should be over an’ done by the time you guys show up.”
Hold on, you snarl, does that mean <span class="mu-r">TIM’S</span> gonna be <span class="mu-i">there</span>!?
“Nah, sis, he tunes in with that magic of his, dig? It’s all been handled!” Stripes explains, clearly not bothered by it. “Trust me on this one: Cliff’s got it all figured out!”
Fine, you reply with your classic eye roll, just… just keep us in the loop, kay?
“You betcha, sis!” Stripes replies confidently. “Gotta run–think some of the guys wanna ride the <span class="mu-g">HELICOPTER</span> an’ guess who finally got his pilot’s license? Did uh… did I mention one of those soldier guys was teachin’ me?”
Oh shit, you forgot about that! Yea, you nod, all prior wariness fading away almost instantly, is he gonna give you a ride or what?!
“Only if ya’ get over here soon, sis!” He replies with a laugh! “Seats are goin’ fast…”
Oh ho ho, you reply, then save a nice one, cuz’ you’re already on the way! Concluding with a curt ‘<span class="mu-i">OVER AND OUT,</span>’ you immediately toss the device into Art’s unsuspecting chest! Think fast, nerd!
“<span class="mu-i">ACK!</span>” He sputters as his reflexes kick in just in time to clumsily grab the radio, “What’s uh… what’s going on, Stan?”
What’s going on, you reply as you rise from your seat, is that you’ve got a date with a <span class="mu-g">HELICOPTER!</span> Oh, and the party. We’re heading there now, by the way.
“Is <span class="mu-i">that</span> why you ran off?” Sybil asks as Gus emerges from the truck with a handful of what appears to be candy bars.
Yep, you nod, taking a bar wordlessly offered to you by Gus’ outstretched hand, but apparently they moved the damn van! That or those stupid <span class="mu-r">SKELANIMALS</span> moved it-
“The van wasn’t <span class="mu-i">moved</span>, you dork,” Art huffs impatiently, “You ran off in the completely wrong direction.”
You respond with a blink. Uhhh, so sure of that, is he?
“So sure I am, yes.” The Rent-A-Cop frowns before pointing his finger back where you came from. “Mitzi and Talbot picked us all up near where you parked the van–right down that way.”
“Bike’s over there too.” Gus adds.
What the hell, you scoff, did <span class="mu-i">everyone</span> know and just forget to tell you or something?
“No, you just ran off like an escaped animal.” Art sighs.
Well would it kill them to catch you!?
“Probably, yea. You know how you get.”
“He’s got a point, cupcake.”
Yea, well…
>CONTD.
