______________________________ THURSDAY, JULY 28th, 1960
That July summer morning was sunny and clear in the small community of Duran, New Mexico that day. Breakfast that morning was eggs scrambled into western omelettes with cheese, saute'd bell peppers and red onions, with a dash of finely ground jalapeno peppers, and with olive slices. Also, the family had whole wheat pancakes that Marge made from scratch, which were thick and firm more like ho-cakes. And on those pancakes was raw honey...The family always used raw honey on pancakes, which tastes better. "Hey okay. Pancakes", Al said as he put an arm around Marge and gave her a hug. "We haven't had those since New Year's Day". "Having that 2nd car to make a run to Santa Rosa while you're at work does help", Marge replied. "If we were thinking ahead back in January, we really should have gotten both the Chrysler 300 and a station wagon when we traded in that old '54 Chrysler", Al mentioned. "I never had pancakes like these before", said Clarence. "That's the way Mom has always made them", Jed added. "It's the way we like them". "We haven't had these in almost forever", Rex mentioned about the pancakes. "I've only had the floppy thin kind until now", Clarence mentioned. "These are really good". "Oh...Well thank you, Clarence", Marge thanked Clarence. There was also orange juice. And in addition to orange juice, Al and Marge also had some of that Wilkin's brand coffee they like so well. And there was shredded wheat with non-anthro goat's milk. "I still wish we had Sugar Pops", Rex said as Donna cheered in agreement. "Ryan Lynx's dad and mom has Sugar Pops at their place", Jed added. "We got Cookie Crisp in the time I came from", Clarence said. "It's a cereal, but it's like yummy cookies". "Never heard of it", Al replied. "Clarence mentioned it day before yesterday at the supermarket", Marge added. "I don't think they invented it yet in this day and time", said Clarence. "All that kind of stuff is junk", Marge said to the cubs. "It will rot your brain out", Al added. "Al!", Marge retorted. "Could be...You never know", Al replied. "I guess that could be", Marge conceded. "I won't disagree with you 100% on that one". Being reminded of cookies and sweets, Donna asked with much enthusiasm, "Can we have some cake after we finish eating breakfast?". "We picked that cake up for deserts only after lunch and supper. Remember?", Marge told Donna. "You cubs have enough sweets with the honey you got on those pancakes this morning", Al added. "The cubs and I are going to Santa Rosa today to have lunch at Club Cafe' ", Marge mentioned to Al. "Awright!", Rex rejoiced. "I remember you mentioned they wanted to stop there Tuesday", Al said to Marge. "Being we had to get groceries home that day, I promised the cubs we can go back there", Marge affirmed. "They'll probably send me out with the crew to work on the time machine today", Al mentioned. "If they do, I break for lunch at the cafe' here in Duran". After breakfast, Marge asked Al, "Are you going to pick up the materials for the cub's tree house today?". "I could do that today. Then Jed and I can begin construction on it after I get off from work and get the materials", Al answered as the cubs cheered. "I'll be a carpenter's helper for the next few days", Jed jested as the other cubs chuckled. "Don't forget that list you completed Sunday night of the materials we'll need?", Marge reminded Al, refering to the plans and materials list Al completed four days earlier. "I've already put it in the dash compartment of the station wagon last night so it won't be forgotten", Al assured Marge. There is a really big tree behind the house on the coyote family's one and a quarter acre property. That big tree was chosen as the tree for the tree house to be built in...In their neighborhood, most residences have anywhere from an acre to an acre and a half of land to them, and Duran is a small unincorporated rural community. Thus there would be no building permit requirements needed to build the tree house...Even homes and other buildings had been built without permits being needed anyway. The cubs were really looking forward to having their very own tree house, though it would take a few days for Al and oldest son Jed to complete it. Other neighborhood cubs also knew of the plans that Al and Marge had to build a tree house for Jed, Rex, Clarence and Donna. Natilene Collie, Randy Fox with his sister Connie and brother Alvin, Timmy Bear, Gail Skunk and her younger Brother Dennis, Sid Calico Cat, Ryan Lynx and his sister Janice were just a few among the other cubs who were looking forward to being invited into the tree house. Though with the reputation sometimes associated with tree houses, it was made clear to Jed, Rex, Clarence and Donna by Al and Marge, that if any neighborhood cubs misbehaved in the tree house, "...you come and get one of us". Gail Skunk was a particular concern being that she was known throughout the neighborhood as being a naughty girl. The cubs did agree to the ultimatum issued by Al and Marge about conduct in the tree house. On this day, it was arranged for Al to drive the station wagon to work while Marge has the Chrysler 300 for the day...The reason for this was so Al can use the station wagon to pick up the building materials for the tree house when he gets off from work. Before Al left for work, he and Marge gathered some old blankets to put in the station wagon. That was so the blankets can be laid out over the cargo floor to protect the carpet when Al picks up the lumber and other supplies. Al and Marge hugged and kissed as they usually do before Al leaves for work, then Al was on his way to Horizon Innovations Laboratories in the Plymouth Fury wagon. A while later, the cubs went to play with the other cubs in the neighborhood. Ryan Lynx was even driving around on his go-kart. While playing, the cubs talked about the tree house that will be built. "And I'm gonna help build it", Jed proclaimed. "It will be our club house", said Donna. "And our fort too", Clarence added. Natiline Collie brought up the subject of keeping an eye on Gail Skunk. "Our mom and dad already told us that this morning", Rex replied. After some conversation time, the cubs resumed playing and enjoying the morning. Ryan Lynx later invited the other cubs to go get a toy wagon to tie to the back of his go-kart so the cubs can take turns getting wagon rides behind the go-kart. The cubs always have loads of fun when ever they get those wagon rides behind Ryan Lynx's go-kart around the neighborhood. Shortly before noon, the music of the Mr. Softee ice cream truck could be heard as it was pulling off of Highway 54 to come back into the neighborhood. https://youtu.be/WsCDGY8e0P8?t=5 "The ice cream truck is coming!", Donna proclaimed. "Let's go get some nickles from Mom so we can get an ice cream cone!", Rex suggested as he and the siblings ran back to the house to get four nickles from Marge. The other cubs had the same idea as they too were running to their homes to get nickles from their parents to get some ice cream. "Mom! The Mr. Softee truck is here!", Jed announced to Marge as the cubs came running into the house. "Can we have money for ice cream?", Rex asked. "Remember? We're going to Club Cafe' Restaurant for lunch", Marge said to the cubs. "Do you want Mr. Softee ice cream, or would you rather wait and have home made ice cream at Club Cafe'?". The answer was unanimous among the cubs, "Home made ice cream at Club Cafe'!". As Marge had mentioned to Al during breakfast, the cubs wanted to stop in for lunch at the Club Cafe' Restaurant that past Tuesday. But being that they had to get groceries home from Santa Rosa, there wasn't time to stop there. Thus, Marge had promised the cubs they'd make the run to Santa Rosa that day to have lunch at the Club Cafe' Restaurant...And it was getting to be noon time. By the time they make the 50 mile drive to Santa Rosa, it will be sometime past 12:30 when they arrive. "We should be leaving to go to Club Cafe' now if we want to get there in time for lunch", Marge announced as the cubs cheered. Thus, Marge and the cubs got into the Chrysler 300 and they were on their way to Club Cafe'. Being that a Chrysler 300 is a limited production, high performance car, seating is four bucket seats with the console running all the way back to between the rear seats. Thus, with Marge driving, Jed sat on the front passenger seat, Clarence sat on the right rear seat, and Rex shared the left rear seat with Donna. Once they turned off Cedar Street out of their neighborhood onto Route 3, crossed the Southern Pacific Railroad crossing, then turned north onto Highway 54, Marge gave the car the gas a bit to make the car quickly acclerate as the cubs enjoyed the thrill...Like her husband Al, Marge and the cubs also enjoy high performance driving. "It looks like a storm way out there", Rex mentioned on the way out of Duran, as everyone noticed the dark clouds ahead, although they were still way off in a distance over the horizon. "Back at the house, you'd never think there any storms nearby", Jed added. "We probably won't run into it 'til we get to Vaughn", Marge speculated. Shortly after leaving Duran, travelling along Highway 54 at 80 mph, Jed mentioned, "I think that's dad coming the other way". It was Al in the Plymouth station wagon, blinking the headlights and slowing down as he approached. There were no other car approaching in either direction, so Al and Marge brought both cars to a stop beside each other facing opposite directions on the highway as they met. Upon Al and Marge letting the driver's windows down (they had A/C going), Al said to Marge, "They sent us out to the site to work on the time machine again today". "How's it coming along, Al?", Marge asked as she noticed Professor Nickolas fox and two others riding with Al. "We made more progress with it this morning", said Al. "We're breaking for lunch right now". "Oh, that's wonderful", Marge replied. "I know Clarence is looking forward to being with his biological family again". "We can't go into too much detail though. For classified reasons you know", said Professor Nickolas Fox, who was riding with Al along with his assistants, Daren Margay and Lola Binturong. "Hi, Professor", Donna greeted Nickolas Fox from the left rear seat of the Chrysler. "Hi there, Donna", Nickolas Fox greeted from the passenger's side of the front seat of the Plymouth, as he, Daren and Lola waved. "The cubs and I are headed out to Club Cafe' ", Marge said to Al. "Looks like you got some rough weather ahead of you out around Vaughn", Al replied. "It looked like it was going to storm when I got to the lab this morning". "We've noticed that when we were leaving Duran", Marge said about the storm clouds that could be seen on the horizon down Highway 54. "Over at the time machine site, we could barely hear a distant roll of thunder now and then", Al mentioned. "There's a car coming", Daren Margay informed Al Coyote, noticing a distant car approaching from behind. "Yup. We need to get going", Nickolas Fox affirmed. "There's a car coming behind us. We gotta go", Al said to Marge. "Yea, I see it", Marge acknowledged. "I'll see you this evening, Love". "I'll see you later. I love you", Al replied as he and Marge put both cars in gear, via Mopar push button transmission, then took off...Al, Nickolas, Daren and Lola headed to the cafe' in Duran, and Marge and the cubs headed for the Club Cafe' Restaurant in Santa Rosa. As Marge and the cubs resumed traveling along Highway 54, and after they met that approaching car, Marge asked the cubs, "There are no other cars ahead. Want to let this car run some?". "Awright! Cool!", Rex proclaimed as the other cubs cheered. "All the way fast?", Jed asked. "All the way", Marge affirmed as she floored it, rapidly speeding that Chrysler 300 from 80 mph to 145 mph in almost no time. https://youtu.be/q9rHA-1BiCQ?t=385 The cubs cheered to the thrill as that powerful Chrysler sped along with the broken lines on the road seemed like dots rapidly flashing by, and foliage along the highway looking like a blur as they sped past it. "Wow! Will our station go this fast?!", Rex asked. "Yea! Will it, Mom?", Donna added. "Not quite", Marge answered the cubs. "The station has a Golden Commando, so it's almost as fast". "Wow! This is scary. But it's fun", Clarence mentioned as the high speed seemed so surreal. They continued at 145 mph a brief while longer until they were not far from Vaughn, and nearing the thunder storm. By now, lightning can be clearly seen up ahead, and the smell of rain was in the air. "We'll be on wet road soon. We should slow down now", Marge said to the cubs as she slowed the car back down to 60 mph. "Can we do this again?", Rex asked. "Later, but not on this wet road", Marge answered. "I can hardly wait until our station wagon gets broke in", Jed said. "It will have the first 500 miles on it before long", Marge replied. "Cool. Out of this world", said Rex. "Out of this world?", Marge asked. "Rex, where did you pick up that Beatnik talk from?". "Cubs at school, I guess", Rex answered. "I would have thought so", Marge replied. Within a few moments, they came into the thunderstorm as they entered Vaughn. As they came through Vaughn, visibility had gotten poor due to the heavy rain, despite of the windshield wipers being on high...Thus Marge had the car slowed down to between 30 and 35 mph. And lightning was popping around everywhere with each flash followed by loud cracks of thunder. "WOW! That one was close!", Jed exclaimed after a bolt of lightning struck the street 300 feet ahead, followed by a very loud >BANG<. "Whoa! I'm glad we got the windows up and the air conditioning on", Clarence said as dancing sparks where the lightning hit the street were dissipating. "I hope it's not like this in Santa Rosa", Donna said after they past over the spot where the lightning struck. "You said it", Rex said to Donna. "If it is, we'll find a parking spot near the restaurant, or wait for the storm to blow over", Marge assured the cubs. But lo and behold...Not long after they left Vaughn, they were out of the thunderstorm and on dry highway as they could still see the storm they were leaving behind...Although from out of the west, it looked like more thunderstorm activity was on the way. "I think it gonna storm here soon too", Jed said. "I believe you're right", Marge affirmed to Jed. However, the sunny and dry weather conditions did hold out for the rest of the way to Santa Rosa, thus Marge was able to cruise that Chrysler 300 at speeds between 80 and 85 mph...slowing down only to go through Pastura. About 35 minutes later, they arrived at the Club Cafe' Restaurant (Being the Chrysler was already broke in a long time ago, it didn't have to be kept at speeds not exceeding 50 mph)...And it was good they arrived at about 12:45 in the afternoon...That way, they weren't there when Club Cafe' was crowded during noontime. The meals they ordered were really good, and they were looking forward to some of that home made ice cream for desert. While Marge and the cubs were at the Club Cafe', a thunderstorm did move in through Santa Rosa...But it was comfortable and dry enjoying lunch inside the restaurant. After lunch, Marge and the cubs returned from Santa Rosa back home to Duran. And Al with those riding with him had already returned back out to the landing site of the time machine to continue repairs...None of that thunderstorm activity was much further south than Vaughn, thus the time machine landing site and Duran didn't get any of the stormy weather.
______________________________ Meanwhile, that afternoon in Estancia on the other end of Torrence County, Biff Pitbull and his brother Richie and their stooge Gaston Pitbull completed their 45 day sentence for pulling the fire alarm at school before summer vacation began. Biff being age 18 was being released from the adult section of the jail. Upon Biff Pitbull's release, a jail guard staff member, a wolf, remarked to Biff, "Hey, Biff. Anytime you feel like helping to keep our highways clean of trash again, just do something else stupid out there. Okay?". "Tell ya what", said Biff. "The next time I'm out driving, I'll just throw shit loads of paper out the windows for ya...Okaaayyyyy?". "Hey, chump...You, Biff", a jail guard bear chimed in. "You're so funny, I forgot to laugh. You know that?". "You better watch who you're callin' a chump", Biff retorted at the bear. "Go ahead. Blow a fuse and see if that don't get your ass back in locked-up...Chump", the bear replied. Biff wanted so bad to slug one of those guards in the teeth one time. But Biff knew a pit bull is no match for a wolf or a bear...Plus, Biff also knew taking a swing at them would have gotten him more jail time. This was one of those times Biff Pitbull had to fight the temptation and hold his temper from flying. Then the wolf told Biff, "Now beat it...That is unless you like it here". Without a word, Biff left admin area and went to the jail lobby, then found a payphone to call his parents collect to pick up him and Richie. Meanwhile at the juvenile section of the jail facility, Richie and Gaston were also being released. "Nice summer vacation from school you two were having, wasn't it?", a juvenile jail guard, a coyote, razzed on Richie and Gaston. "I'm finally glad we're gettin' the fuck outa this shittin' ass joint", Richie said to Gaston. "And fucken how", Gaston replied. "You got that shit right". Another juvenile jail guard, a German shepard, said to Richie and Gaston, "Your mama ever wash your mouths out with soap?...Might do you two some good". "Ain't nona ya beeswax?", Richie scorned. "Aw shut ya rattle traps", Gaston wised off at "How would you two goof balls like to go back in the hoosegow?", the coyote jail guard asked Richie and Gaston. "This ain't no court. You can't give us more time", Richie protested. The German shepard then replied to Richie, "Yea, you got it all figured out. You've been in so much trouble all the time, you got a good education in how the criminal justice system works...Don't you, boy". As the German shepard again asked Richie, "Well, don't you, boy?", a Torrence County Sheriff's deputy, a fox, was about to leave after taking an Australan shepard into custody on an outstanding warrant. The fox overheard the dialogue going on, then said, "Gaston and Richie. We know them all too well". "Real criminal types, Dale", the coyote replied to the fox. "We've gotten to know them all to well too". "Moriarty Police know them well too", Deputy Dale Fox mentioned, then asked Richie, "Oh, by the way. Aren't you that blockhead who threw a piece of chain up into some power lines four years ago?". "I ain't no blockhead, copper", Richie protested. "You are when you do the things you do", the coyote told Richie. "Fuck you blowhards!", Gaston popped off. With that said, the German shepard grabbed Richie and Gaston and slammed their backs against a wall, then warned them, "You listen to me. And you listen to me good. Your cockamamie hyjinks ain't flying around here. Get it? You better remember damn good an' well who the honchos are around here, and that ain't you...You understand?". Richie and Gaston refused to answer at first. "I asked you two a question...You understand?", the German shepard pressed the issue. "Yea", Richie replied. "Sure. Yea", Gaston replied. The German shepard then told Richie and Gaston, "Now you two crumbs get out into the lobby while we call your parents to come get you". Being that Richie and Gaston were still minors, their parents had to be contacted to come by and get them. "Those crumbs will be back. I can guarantee it", Deputy Fox remarked as he and the two juvenile jail guards laughed. "We should have a revolving door installed on a cell for them", the German shepard added, thus arousing more laughter. "If brains were dynamite, I bet they couldn't blow the wax out of their ears", the coyote further added, thus arousing more laughter. Like in the case of Biff, as Richie and Gaston headed for the lobby, they too were tempted to swing a punch at the guards and Deputy Fox...However, the two juvenile pit bulls did at least have enough common sense to know they had better not. In the lobby, Richie and Gaston met up with Biff. "Boy I'm glad that shit's over with", Richie said to his older brother Biff. "You ain't fucken kiddin' ", Biff replied. "I wish I could deck those son-ova-bitches square in the chops". "I swear, a buncha cheesy ass fucks run this shit pit", Gaston added. "Hey!", the lobby receptionist, a female wolverine who was also an officer, called out to the three pit bull youths. "You three watch your mouths in here". After that incident cooled down, Richie said to Biff, "They're calling Mom and Dad now to come get us". "They're already on their way", Biff said to Richie. "I just did get off the phone with them". "Good!", Richie replied. "I can hardly wait to blow this joint". About 25 minutes later, a metallic blue, 1960 Cadillac pulled into the parking lot outside... Biff and Richie's parents, Reginald and Diana Pitbull, had arrived. Upon Reginald and Diana entering the lobby, Biff called their attention, "Dad. Mom. Over here". "Glad you two are finally getting out", Reginald said as he and Diana came walking over. "Us too, Dad", Biff replied as he and Richie got up from their seats. "Ditto", Richie added. "I can't believe they put our boys in jail like they were some kind of public enemies" Mama Diana protested. "Yeah", Reginald replied. "It was just a prank for cryin' out loud. We pulled pranks all the time back when I was a school pup". "Damn ass bunch of scoundrels is what they are", Diana added. "Watch your mouth, Ma'am. And we are not scoundrels" the female wolverine at the receptionist desk reprimanded Diana. "You should save that title for those delinquent sons of yours". "What - did - you - call - our - sons?!", Diana scorned at the wolverine. "You heard me, Ma'am. I didn't stutter", the wolverine answered. "Our sons are not scoundrels, and they didn't deserve to be locked up in jail!", Diana retorted . "Maybe you're right, Ma'am", the wolverine replied. "Maybe those lulu sons of your's should have been locked up in a looney bin". "HOW DAAARRE YOU!", Diana raged. "Honey! Honey! We can see our lawyer if you want to pursue this", Reginald said to his wife. "You just do that", the wolverine interjected. "Go see your lawyer, Mr. Collindale Pitbull. And go jump in the lake while you're at it". "Let's see who jumps in a lake when you're paying out a law suit to us!", Diana retorted at the wolverine. "Whoop-de-doo. Big deal", the wolverine replied. "Diana. Diana. Let's go", Reginald said to his wife. As Reginald and Diana left with their sons, Biff and Richie, Diana called back to the wolverine receptionist as they were walking out the door, "We'll see you in court!". The wolverine replied. "Buzz off why don't ya". "How dare she say the things she said to us!", Diana retorted to Reginald as they proceeded across the parking lot. On the way to the car, Reginald said to his wife, "Diana. It does no good to take it up with her. She's just a stooge paid by them to look dumb and make silly remarks". "Maybe so", Diana replied. "But those morons didn't have a right to put our sons in jail". "I know", Reginald added. "Not for nothing more than what they did anyway". "We gonna sue their asses, Dad?", Richie asked. "We'll see, Son", Reginald indecisively answered. After the Collindale Pitbull Family got in their 1960 Cadillac and headed for home in the nearby town of Mariarty, Gaston Pitbull's parents pulled up in the parking lot. Gaston recognized his parent's green and white, 1959 Ford...And when Gaston parents, Travis and Amber, came into the lobby, the female wolverine at the receptionist desk had the same snafu to contend with from the Kelton Pitbulls as she did from the Collindale Pitbulls moments ago. Back at the house, Reginald and Diana gave Biff and Richie $100 gift money out of feeling sorry for their "poor poor poor, so poor, little, innocent, precious boys" who had to spend 45 days in jail. Daddy Reginald gave Biff the keys to their older Cadillac, which was the Gotham Gold, 1959 Cadillac the boys cruised around in with their looser girl friends before they went to jail. "Now, I've spent nearly $500 having the engine rebuilt in that car after you burnt the rings up in it", Reginald told his older son. "The next time the motor has to be rebuilt, you and Richie are not getting that car back again...Understand?". "Gee, Dad. That wouldn't be fair", Biff retorted. "Unless you want to pay to have it rebuilt the next time", Reginald told Biff. "Okay okay, Dad. I'll be careful with it", Biff agreed. "I promise". "I got a full tank of gas in it for you and Richie", said Reginald. "Cool, Dad”, Richie replied. “Gee thanks, Dad. That’s swell”, said Biff. With all that said, Biff and Richie were off and running in that '59 Caddy. They had the windows down with the A/C turned off, which is the way they and their friends liked riding. The first stop was to stop by the Kelton Pitbull Family’s house to pick up Gaston. Then to pick up the girl friends... Richie and Gaston's girl friends, Aiva and Roxan, lived in Moriarty. However, They had to ride to the west side of Albuquerque to pick up Biff’s girl friend, Sandra. So, with Biff driving that one year old, 1959 Cadillac, he, Richie, Gaston, Aiva and Roxan headed up State Route 41 to Route 66, then headed west on Route 66 to Albuquerque. Not far down Route 66, Biff retorted, "What's this shit?", as they arrived to where Route 66 became the new Interstate 40. "I don't recall any of this", Richie said. "They changed this since you boys been in the pokey", said Roxan. "They're replacing Route 66 with some kind of interstate highway or something like that", said Aiva. "They're also doin' the same thing on the other side of Moriarty". "For a moment there, I thought I made a fucken wrong turn", Biff admitted. "This don't look familiar at all", Gaston said as Biff got that '59 Cadillac up to 90 mph on that new stretch of Interstate 40. After about 26 miles of riding down that new stretch of I-40, they reached the east end of Albuquerque, where up ahead, there were big signs in big bold print that read, "INTERSTATE 40 ENDS AHEAD. DETOUR ONTO ROUTE 66". "It's back to old Route 66 again", Richie said as they approached the signs. After Biff slowed the Cadillac down, and negotiated the detour onto old Route 66, Tri-Star Plaza could be seen to the right. Gaston commented, "From the way the new highway lines up with the plaza, it looks like they're gonna knock that fucken place down". "It's slated for demolition this coming year", Roxan replied. As they proceeded down the existing Route 66 toward Atrisco where Sandra and her parents and siblings live, Biff remarked, "Now this still looks familiar to me". Upon arrival to the home of Sandra Pitbull's family, Biff honked the dual tone horns of the Cadillac...Within several minutes, Sandra came out to greet Biff, which was not exactly the protocol for a male picking up a girl friend on a date...A proper male makes the effort to step out of the car and knock on the door of the house. As Sandra was leaving from the house, her dad came out and argued how he wasn't happy with her going out with the likes of Biff Pitbull. "Cram it, Daddy", Sandra said as she continued her way to Biff and Richie's dad's Cadillac. "I'm 18, and you don't own me". With that said, Biff got out and opened the door so Sandra can get in. As Biff got back in, he called to Sandra's dad, "See ya, Pops", then drove off. Before long, all six of the Biff and gang pit bulls were cruising the highways in that ‘59 Cadillac as it was before.
Of course all Biff still had for a driver’s license was that expired learner’s permit he’s always driven around with”...Now it was time to find a liquor store where they can try to bribe an adult with some of that money Daddy Reginald gave Biff and Richie to go in and buy a fifth of Old Crow whiskey for them...Even in 1960, the drinking age in New Mexico had always been 21. Gaston suggested, "The last time before they put us in the slammer, we found a grown up to buy whisky for us easy enough in Vaughn". "That booze shop in Vaughn is cool...Vaughn it is then", Biff said as everyone agreed. Oh well... They’ll never learn. Thus, they headed back along Route 66 through Albuquerque, onto the new Interstate 40, and back onto where it again becomes Route 66 through Moritarty. As they proceeded along Route 66 east of Moriarty, Biff said to Aiva, "I see what you were saying about them doing the same thing on the other side of town", as the can see to the left the construction work still going on for the new Interstate 40. As they arrived to Cline's Corners, Gaston said, "Shit. They got the overpass up already". "That's been up for a while", Sandra said just before they turned south into Highway 385. After a little more than 20 minutes of driving, they arrived in Encino where they turned left to go east on Highway 60...After that, it wasn't long before they arrived in Vaughn, where they can tell it had been raining...Upon their arrival to Vaughn, it wasn't long before they were finally parked in the parking lot, which still had rain puddles, of one of their favorite liquor stores. "Here comes a grown up", Sandra said as an adult male lynx came walking by. Biff called out to the lynx, "Hey, Daddy-O. We'll give you an extra $20 if you buy some Old Crow for us". "Scram, you punks", the lynx retorted. "Your young asses would fall in the bottle and drown anyway". After the lynx went inside to make his purchase, a female weasel came by. "Ma'am, we would like to have some Old Crow...", Gaston began saying. The female weasel interrupted Gaston, "If I was your mama, I'd light your butts up good with a paddle. You're too young to have booze...Hooligans". As the male lynx was returning from the store with his fifth of rum, he said to the pit bulls, "You're still here? I'm coming back in 10 minutes, and if you knuckleheads haven't hit the road by then, I'm calling a cop". "Oh fuck off, you fink!", Roxan retorted to the lynx. "Blabbermouth!", Aiva retorted. "Hey, cat. Who put a hair up your ass anyway?!", Gaston further retorted. "Full of mumbo jumbo, aren't yas. Make that five minutes instead", the lynx warned the pit bulls. Richie then mimicked the lynx, "Fulla mumbo jumbo, aren't yas. Make that five minutes instead". "Have it your way", the lynx said as he went to his car, a two tone blue, 1956 Plymouth. "SHIT!!!", Gaston hollered at the lynx. "Yeah. I make it. You eat it, Pal", the lynx called back to Gaston as he was getting into his car. After the lynx drove away, a big male golden labrador came walking by. "Let me lay it on this one", Sandra asked. "Awright. Cool", Biff agreed. As the golden lab walked by, Sandra called to him, "Yu-hoo, Sweetie. Can we please get you to get some whisky for us? There's a 20 in it for ya...Pleeeeaase?". "Let's make it $40", said the golden lab. "Plus the cost of what you want". "No fucken dice! Where ya comin' from?!", Biff retorted. "I'll be on the level. Forty, I get you the whiskey...You ain't hunky dory with that, I get your tag number and head for a pay phone", said the lab. "That's blackmail!", Roxan scorned. "Welcome to the real world, Sugar Pot", the lab replied to Roxan. "Okay okay. We get it. You get the forty", Biff begrudgingly agreed. "Damn it!". That was close to half of the money Biff and Richie's daddy gave them by the time the actual cost of the whiskey was added on...But hey...At least they got their fifth of Old Crow whiskey. Once they left the liquor store, they thought they'd go see what's breakin' -n- shakin' in Santa Rosa...No real reason really why...Just nothing better to do...Plus, they can be passing that bottle of Old Crow around while they're out cruising where no one can see them...Thus they headed up Highway 54 toward Santa Rosa. "Forty dollars...That batty ass lab hornswaggled us out of half the moolah Dad gave us", Richie said to Biff as they were speeding along Highway 54 at 90 mph. "That chiselin' ass son-ova-bitch really gypped us royal", Sandra added. "No Joke", Gaston retorted. "Hell. We'll nab us some gumball machines tonight to make up for it", Biff replied as he was driving. Being there haven't been any thunderstorms around for a while, they had the windows down, which was the way they liked riding during the summer. It wasn't even five minutes after the pit bulls had left Vaughn that they had already gotten six miles down the road...As Biff had that Cadillac cruising at 90 mph, everyone was passing the bottle around and having a good ole time. Richie, who was sitting on the rear seat with Aiva and Roxan, said, "Is that some cat way up ahead?". "I duno. It's still too far away to tell", Biff said, who was driving with Sandra and Gaston on the front seat with him. Several seconds later, Gaston, who was sitting by the passenger's door, said, "It's a hitch hiker. Gimme that bottle", then said, "Biff. Slow the car down". Roxan pawed the bottle from the back seat to Gaston as biff began slowing down. "Watch. Get a load of this", Gaston said just before sipped a big mouth full of Old Crow but didn't swallow it. The others laughed as Biff slowed that Cadillac from 90 mph to just below 20 mph while approaching a male raccoon who was carrying a travel bag and was trying to hitch a ride. The raccoon thought he was going to get a ride being that the Cadillac suddenly slowed way down. As they passed by the raccoon, Gaston blew the mouth full of whiskey out the window all over him, followed by Richie screaming out the passenger's side back window at the whisky drenched raccoon. As every was getting a good hardy laugh, Biff floored the accelerator and hauled ass that Cadillac up to 120 mph. "I bet that dope's really flippin' his fucken wig by now", Roxan laughed. "Why would he be? He got...Ha ha ha...got...free whiskey!", Gaston laughed, arousing another uproar of laughter from everyone. "Yea...Ha ha ha...That twit should thank us", Sandra laughed. "That butter fingers kook...Ha ha...even dropped his satchel", Aiva laughed. "Ha ha ha. What a riot". "And the look on that trash panda's face when I screamed at him, ha ha ha ha ha", Richie proclaimed as Biff (who was driving) also laughed then took a swig of whiskey. "What a fucken drip", Biff laughed as he pawed the bottle to Sandra. The only thing the raccoon could do was watch the Cadillac speed away out of sight as he stood there pissed off with his travel bag on the ground beside him, and reeking with the smell of Old Crow whiskey. Once that 1959 Cadillac was out of sight, the raccoon finally picked up his travel bag and continued walking north along Highway 54, and still hoping to get a ride.
______________________________ At the time machine landing site off of Highway 54 between Vaughn and Duran, it was shortly after 3:00 in the afternoon when the Project Courier repair team decided to call it a day. "Let's everyone head back to the lab so we can up date our technical sketches", Harold Wolf said to the team members. "I believe we're learning about as much how this machine works by repairing it as we are from the experiments we've been conducting to design it", Woodrow Raccoon mentioned. "I'm convinced you're right, Woodrow", Harold Wolf replied as everyone agreed while preparing to leave the site. Once the roll-up doors were closed to the building that was built to hide the machine, and the pad locks locked in place, everyone headed back to the lab. The procedure of having someone stand look out for potential curious motorists approaching was still practiced, although the team had gotten away from using the company vehicles (the Ford panel truck and the Ford Falcon) and were back to using their private cars as before. Al Coyote volunteered to stand as look out, and was the last one to leave the site in the Plymouth Fury station wagon. Back at the laboratory complex, the team made the updates to the technical drawings... Afterward, the team called it a day, thus Al then headed out for the hardware and building supply center in Santa Rosa to pick up the building materials for the tree house for the cubs. So far, thunderstorms have stayed out of the area for the time being, as Al headed east on highway 60, then north onto Highway 54 into Vaughn, then through Vaughn and north further along Highway 54. There weren't many miles left to go on the odometer before that Plymouth wagon would have the 500 miles it needed to be broke in, thus Al still kept the car at speeds not above 50 mph. A while after heading north out of Vaughn, there was one of the places where the railroad runs parallel with the highway...It was there that the Southern Pacific passenger train that runs daily northbound passed Al going at 65 mph...The train wasn't going 80 mph like it does going through Duran due to the tracks having a lot of curves in that area. Although there was a straight stretch of track parallel to the highway a few miles on the way into Pastura where the train did pick up speed, then proceeded way on ahead of Al. After the train was nearly out of sight, and Al still had a few miles before reaching Pastura, Al thought he noticed someone far up ahead hiking along the highway...As Al approached closer, he noticed it was a raccoon with a travel bag who was hitchhiking, so Al slowed the car down to stop to offer the raccoon a ride.
As Al stopped along side the raccoon, he let the power window down and offered, "I'll give you a ride. Where are you headed?". "Plains, Kansas", the raccoon answered. "I can take you as far as Santa Rosa", Al replied. "Oh I appreciate it very much", the raccoon replied as he opened the door and placed his travel bag on the floor in front of the seat. The raccoon couldn't have been more than 20 years old. Just before the raccoon got in, Al detected the smell of whiskey and said to him, "Wait a minute. Have you been drinking?. "Oh no I haven't", the raccoon explained. "About an hour ago a few miles back up the road, a car full of smart ass teens slowed down like they were going to give me a ride. Then one of them spit a mouth full of booze on me, and they sped off". "That's rotten of them", Al said, as he had good reason to believe the raccoon, because even though the raccoon reeked of the smell of whiskey, the raccoon was sober and showed no signs of being drunk. "Before you get in, I have some blankets in the back", Al said to the raccoon. "Let me spread one of them on the seat so that whiskey smell doesn't get into the seat". "I can't say I blame ya. This is a nice car", the raccoon said as Al got out and got a blanket out form the back of the station wagon. "My wife and I got this car brand new just a few days ago", Al said as he made his way to the passenger's side with the blanket. Al had no clue it was Biff and gang the raccoon was talking about, and the raccoon had no clue that Al knew about the bunch who pulled that prank on him. Once Al got the blanket spread out on the seat, the raccoon got in, Al got back in behind the wheel, then pushed the drive button on the dash where the transmission buttons are, and they were on their way. "I'm Al...Al Coyote", Al introduced himself. "Oscar Raccoon", the raccoon introduced himself. "I really appreciate the ride". "My pleasure", Al replied. "I'm going to let the windows down so that whiskey smell doesn't accumulate in the car", Al said to Oscar Raccoon, as he turned off the A/C and let down the windows. As they rode along, Al asked Oscar Raccoon, "What brings you out this way, if you don't mind my asking?". "I'm from Plains, Kansas", Oscar explained. "When I turned 18 two years ago, there wasn't any work back home to be found even if your life depended on it...But I heard about this machine shop in Alamogordo that was hiring, and willing to train too". "So I take it you went to Alamogordo", Al replied as they continued along Highway 54. "Oh yea", Oscar Raccoon said. "I got hired right away, and a co-worker let me stay with him until I was able to rent a duplex. I soon got me a car too...My very first car. They paid good too". "Why'd you leave?", Al asked. "I was just getting to that", Oscar continued. "It was going great for two years. Then our company lost a bunch of government contracts to another company, and they had to lay off a lot of us...I was one of them". "Sorry to hear that", Al Coyote consoled Oscar Raccoon. "I thought maybe I could find another job, so I took out a loan against my car to keep the rent going where I was staying", Oscar further explained. "But I couldn't find anything, and I ended up loosing my car and also getting evicted". "So you're headed back home I take it", Al replied. "Yup", Oscar Raccoon answered. "Going back to my folks in Plains". Along the rest of the way, Al Coyote and Oscar Raccoon had interesting conversation, including about the fact Al works as a scientist and design engineer at Horizon Innovations Laboratories...Of things Oscar was curious about, Al was able to tell him of some things which intrigued Oscar...However, there were other things that Al had to tell Oscar was classified and he couldn't talk about it, which Oscar understood. Eventually, they arrived to Santa Rosa. Shortly after coming into town, Al arrived at the hardware and building supply center. Upon pulling into a parking spot, Al Coyote said to Oscar Raccoon, "Well, Oscar. This is as far as I'm going". "I really appreciate the ride. Any little bit helps", Oscar thanked Al as he grabbed up his travel bag and exited the car. Al then spread the blankets over the cargo area to protect the carpet, grabbed the materials list from the dash compartment, then went in and ordered the materials he needed for the cub's tree house. Once the purchase of the materials was made, and Al drove the station wagon to the yard to have the materials loaded, it was back home to Duran. Shortly after passing through Pastura, the odometer on that Plymouth Fury station wagon finally rolled to 500 miles, thus the break-in period was over...Al didn't try the car out. He wanted to let Marge be the first one to do that being it was her car...However, Al did increase his speed to 65 mph to make better time getting home with the building materials. At 50 mph, it took an hour to make it back home from Santa Rosa. And there was still some daylight left before it would be getting dark. As Al was pulling into the driveway, Rex proclaimed, "Dad's back with the stuff for the tree house!". Rex, Jed, Clarence and Donna cheered and ran out to greet Al, and to get a look at the building materials. "Well, here it is", Al announced. "We still have some daylight left", Marge mentioned. "Jed and I can at least get started on it before it gets dark", Al suggested. Thus everyone unloaded the materials from the station wagon. As the last of the materials were being unloaded, Marge mentioned that she thought she smelled whisky in one the blankets. "I gave a hitchhiker a ride on the way to the lumber yard", Al mentioned, then explained what the situation was. "Well...At least you did protect the seat with a blanket", Marge said to Al, then mentioned, "Sounds like those teens were a real collection of slap-happy brats". Once the materials were unloaded, Al got out tools and ladders from the garage, and construction began on the tree house up in that old big tree behind the house. A good start was made on the tree house by the time it started getting dark. And by then it was dark enough for everyone to clearly see lightning flashes lighting up the horizon to the north in the direction of Vaughn, though it was clear sky there in Duran. "Looks like more storms in Vaughn tonight", said Al. "At least it's still good weather here", Marge replied. Once it got nightfall, everyone called it a night, went inside to have supper and watch some TV, and decided to resume on the tree house tomorrow. Al did also made mention of the odometer of the Plymouth getting to 500 miles after he passed through Pastura, thus the family made plans to try the car out in the morning.
______________________________ Meanwhile, somewhere along Highway 54 a couple of miles north of Vaughn, a few miles from where Al picked up Oscar Raccoon hours earlier, a ferret who was an amateur musician was hitchhiking along that lone stretch of highway as a really bad thunderstorm was moving in. It looked like that poor ferret was going to be caught out alone with his backpack and guitar on that highway in the pouring rain with lightning popping all around him...But fortunately for the ferret, a motorist did stop by and gave him a ride...However that ride was in deed a very strange, mystic and spooky ride. That ride is further described in the short story posted in the BB code link below;
______________________________ Later that night, the six pit bull teens were still out cruising in that '59 Cadillac along the streets of Albuquerque. The parents of those Biff, Richie, Gaston, Roxan and Aiva didn't really give rat's ass how late their teens were out at night. However, Sandra's parents did...But because of how rebellious Sandra was, here parents didn't really have much control over her, thus Sandra was still out riding with the gang. "We still gonna catch that flick tonight", Gaston asked as everyone laughed. "Where's that Campbell's soup?", Biff laughed, referring to a can of vegetable soup they had purchased at the Food Liner supermarket when they were in Santa Rosa hours earlier. "It's back here on the seat", Gaston said as he passed it to Richie who was now riding up front. "This one's gonna be good", Richie laughed along with the others. "What's playing?", Sandra said with laughter. "The Bellboy, with Jerald Weis Ferret ain't it?" Aiva asked. Jerald Weis Ferret IRL being Jerry Lewis. "That's the one", Roxan affirmed. "They're holding over another week". "It's always a better view from the top balcony tier", Biff remarked as everyone laughed. Before long, Biff and gang were riding up into the movie theater parking lot in that '59 Cadillac. And from the looks of it, the theater had a big crowd that night, including parents with their cubs (G rated comedy). Once Biff pulled up into a parking spot, he pulled the hood release as Richie got out with the can of soup and raised the hood. "Need any help?", a daddy coatimundi with his family offered, being he saw the hood up. "No. we're cool", Biff replied. "But thank you anyway", Sandra added as the others laughed. The coatimundi couldn't figure why the young pit bulls would find having car trouble a laughing matter...But little did the coatimundi know the real reason the hood of that Cadillac was up. As the others got out of the Cadillac, Biff left the motor running. Then, Richie placed the can of soup on an exhaust manifold of the motor as everyone begin laughing. "Don't let it get too hot", Biff said as he got a can opener from the trunk (Back in the day, motor oil came in cans, thus had to be opened with a 'church-key' type can opener). However, they weren't going to open the soup out in the parking lot...That would be done in the theater. Once the soup was warmed up to a temperature that was satisfactory to the pit bulls, Biff shut down the motor, they closed the car up, and headed across the parking lot to the theater to get tickets to the movie...Upper balcony tier seats of course. Roxan had the warmed up can of soup and the oil can opener hidden in her purse. Once inside, they bought their six tickets for seating in the upper balcony tier...Then they made their way to the concession counter to get popcorn and sodas. The 10:00 pm showing of the movie, The Bellboy, was soon to start, thus they proceeded to the ticket taker, a ferret tore off the stubs from the tickets, then returned the main portion of the tickets to the patrons. Then an usher, who was a male otter, directed the pit bulls to the top balcony tier. "We want seats at the front of the balcony", Sandra told the usher. "Yeah", Richie added as the pit bulls were giggling and chuckling. "At the back...It's a better view", Biff insisted. "Why?", Aiva asked. "Trust me", Biff insisted. So back seats were what the pit bulls agreed on. "Are you all sure where you want to sit", the usher asked. "The back", Biff answered as everyone agreed. So the usher led the pit bull teens to a back seat row. The usher thought he could smell alcohol on the breaths of the pit bull teens, but he wasn't really sure. After the usher left, Biff said in a low tone so others don't overhear, "We're pulling this off at the front. You don't still want to be up front after we do it". "That does make sense", Richie acknowledged. Then the lights dimmed down, then went out, in the auditorium as the movie projector came on...The Paramount Pictures introductory showed up on that big silver screen. https://youtu.be/OOZTaLYCvIM?t=99 Under the cover of darkness in the auditorium as the actual movie began, and with the attention of the audience focused on the screen, the six pit bull teens made their way undetected to the front railing of the upper tier. "Here Gaston", Roxan laughed as she got the warmed up can of Campbell's vegetable soup and can opener out of her purse and pawed the items to him. As the movie was showing Miami hotel scenes on the screen, the pit bulls laughed as Gaston opened the can of soup. During the scene where the bellboys stood for inspection in a hotel lobby, the pit bulls had a good hard laugh as Richie imitated a vomit sound, "EEEYOOUUUUUU!" Then Gaston poured the warm soup on down on the audience on the lower floor level. Shit hit the fan as those down below scattered, spilling sodas and popcorn, with the animals thinking it really was vomit getting grossed out to where some of them actually vomited. The pit bull teens were laughing really hard as they scampered back to their seats, thinking no one knew it was them who done it. Biff picked up the empty soup can and threw it at the movie screen as the can cast a shadow on the screen...That was the scene where it first showed Jerald Weis Ferret, playing the role as the silly bellboy. "Eyow!", a husky retorted as he was beaned on the head by the empty soup can. Suddenly, the movie projector stopped running and the lights came back on in the auditorium. "Those pit bulls poured something over the railing!", a beaver exclaimed. "I saw it too!", the beaver's wife added. "Oh kiss my ass, you tattle tails", Sandra retorted. "Paddle tails", Aiva added. Within in 30 seconds, several ushers, including the otter hurried to the top balcony tier... Lots of commotion was still happening on the lower floor level downstairs. "They done it!", a coatimundi with his family said as he pointed out the pit bulls. "My wife and I saw them too", the male beaver testified. "Oh fuck you!", Biff told the beaver. "You didn't see fucken ass shit!" Richie added. "Did you hear that language?!", a mother raccoon retorted as other parents put their paws over the ears of their cubs. The otter being the usher in charge, told the pit bulls, "I think you better leave". "We paid for movie tickets, damn it", Biff protested. "Yeaaaah", Sandra added as the other pit bulls also refused to leave. "We're gonna see the fucken movie", Aiva retorted. "Okay. I'm going to get the manager", the otter exclaimed as he went back down stairs. In less than a minute, the otter returned with the manager, who was a big, male, African lion. "What's the problem here", the lion asked. "Those pit bulls poured something over that railing", a female raccoon said. "I saw it too", a fox said as his wife agreed. "And I saw that one throw a can at the screen", a badger pointed out Biff. "I saw that one, yanh yanh yanh...Can at the screen, yanh yanh yanh, ", Biff mimicked the badger. "I told them to leave and they just sassed me", the otter said. "I told them to leave and they just sassed me", Richie mimicked the otter. "You six. Out. And I mean now", the lion demanded of the pit bulls. None of the pit bull teens were about to go up against a lion, thus they headed downstairs doing as the lion had told them...The lion and ushers followed the pit bulls to make sure they leave. This was the same lion who he and his wife was at The Hop in their 1959 Lincoln Premiere two days earlier. The same lion who warned a bobcat teen couple along with a tayra teen couple in a '55 hot rod Chevy to back off from harassing four coyote cubs who were hunting and catching insects. The same lion who would remind you of Mufasa from the Lion King movie. Out in the lobby near the concession counter, as everyone was watching, the lion told the pit bulls, "After the six of you leave here tonight, none of you are allowed back here ever again. You all are banned from this theater for good. And if any of you come back, I'm having you arrested for trespassing". Richie was still a bit buzzed from the Old Crow the pit bulls had been drinking earlier, and asked, "What about our refund?". "You don't get a refund", the lion told Richie. "Wada ya mean?", Gaston butted in. "Got a problem with that?", the lion asked. Richie then shoved against the lion, but the lion knocked Richie tumbling 10 feet across the lobby floor...Richie quickly found out that if you happen to be a pit bull, you don't never ever never ever go up against a full grown African lion. "Want to try me again?", the lion asked as Richie got back up. Richie refused to answer, so that was taken as a 'no', thus the six pit bull teens left and headed back to the car. There was going to be a 35 minute delay before there was another attempt to play the movie, The Bellboy...There was a mess that had to be cleaned up first. Meanwhile, after the pit bulls got back into the Cadillac, Biff laid some rubber backing out of the parking spot. Before leaving the parking lot, Biff circled around the parking lot and then began driving along the lane that goes past the front of the theater. Just as they were about pass by the theater entrance, Biff floored that '59 Cadillac. Take that, you fuckers Biff said as patrons were forced to jump up onto the sidewalk to get out of the way as the pit bulls sped by in that 5,000 pound, 325 horsepower, Cadillac at 50 mph in a 5 mph zone. It was miracle no one was hit. Then Biff again floored it as he with the others sped out of the parking lot with the tires screeching on the pavement as though that Cadillac was a hot rod as they took off speeding out onto the street. "Damn!", Biff exclaimed as they were cruising the streets of Albuquerque. "I thought for sure we wouldn't get caught". "It was like someone was watching us from the start", Richie exclaimed. "You'd think", Roxan added. "We could of been seen by some geek who already had us pegged because we're teenagers", Sandra suggested. "Yeah, well. I would of thrown a geek like that over that damn railing", Biff affirmed. "How 'bout those gumball machines?", Gaston asked. "That's right", Biff replied. "We need some after that shit eatin' labrador rooked us out of $40 today". It was a little while after 10:00 pm, thus most of the stores would be closed for the night. And it was agreed among the Biff and gang pit bulls they were going to go out and steal some gumball machines that night...They figured that should compensate for the adult labrador who bilked them out of $40 buying the Old Crow whiskey for them in Vaughn earlier that day. About five minutes later, Aiva said, "There's three of them". "In front of that Western Auto store", Gaston affirmed. "They're our's now", Biff said as turned that '59 Cadillac around and pulled up in front of the Western Auto store that was already closed. "We're gonna be rich for a while", Roxan said as everyone got out the car. Biff opened the trunk, and the three gumball machines were taken from near the front door of the store and loaded into the trunk of that Cadillac by two pit bull teens each carrying a machine. "Three tonight so far", Roxan said as everyone was getting back into the car. "We're starting off good". Then it was off to hunt more gumball machines. They haven't gone for more than 10 minutes, and...behold...Another one in front of watch repair shop. "Fuck!", Gaston retorted. "That one's stuck into the sidewalk". The pole that machine was mounted on didn't have it's own base on it. Instead, a square of the sidewalk was poured around the bottom of the pole, thus anchoring it in place. "Ah. What a drag", Roxan retorted. "No it ain't", Biff replied as he drove up on the sidewalk, then said, "Someone spot me. I'll mow it down". Richie who was on the front seat, got out and guided Biff forward until he had the front bumper of that Cadillac nudged against the 2 inch steel pipe which was the pole the gumball machine was on. "You got it", Richie said to Biff. Then Biff gunned the gas just enough for that 5,000 pound Cadillac to bend the pole at the bottom, thus knocking down the gumball machine. Everyone in the car cheered as they saw the gumball machine fall down out of view beyond the hood of the car...The gumball machine slammed down hard on the concrete and the glass shattered with gumballs going everywhere. "There goes the gumballs", Gaston laughed as Biff backed the Cadillac away from the knocked down gumball machine. "Fuck the gumballs", Biff replied as everyone was getting out of the car. "We're after the money". The pole was still attached into the sidewalk, although it was now kinked and bent over at the bottom...So the teens, being careful not to step on broken glass, took turns in teams of two of catching hold of the gumball machine and bending the pole back-an-forth, back-an-forth, back-an-forth, back-an-forth, until the pole finally snapped off. "Another one! Yippy!", Roxan proclaimed as Gaston and Aiva put the gumball machine in the trunk with the three others taken at the Western Auto store. The gumball machine hunting continued until well after midnight...This was the night that the Biff and gang pit bulls broke their record for the biggest heist of gumball machines in a single night since the time they've started doing it a few years ago...Fifty seven gumball machines in which the pit bull teens could barely get the trunk lid closed for there being so many of them...In fact, they had to put the last two gumball machines on the floor in front of the rear seat. By the way, two of those gumball machines also came from in front of the movie theater they got kicked out of hours earlier...It was after closing time, so they swung by the theater and snagged them. As Biff and Richie were on their way to drop off Sandra, Roxan, Aiva and Gaston at the homes of their parents, Roxan sarcastically remarked, "Gee golly wiz. We'll be millionaires at this rate". Once everyone was home, it was time to get a some sleep during what was left of the night...After all, there was treasure waiting to be extracted in Daddy's garage from 57 gumball machines when it gets daylight. That gumball machine heist will make it on the front page of the local news paper come dawn. And you'd never think it was only 12 hours ago that Biff, Richie and Gaston had just gotten out of jail.
The day starts out as a typical peaceful day with Al, Marge and the cubs... ...And Al promises to pick up the building materials for a tree house for the cubs.
This is also the day the delinquent pit bull teens; Biff, Richie and Gaston get out of jail...You'd think they've learned to straighten up...However, on the contrary, they pull some real dillies.
Parts of this story are also in the pool named "Project Courier".
____________________________________________________________________ Throughout this story, multiple links to songs are being set up. That is because Youtube is aggressively shutting down accounts that have music videos. So in case you click a link and get their notice like shown below, there are two other links to the same song;
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