((Damn you Swiftman, I'd got an idea for the night while working. Oh well))
Lazlo was getting pretty bored. Although he always had a plethora of games with him, he'd forgotten Tetris today. "Sun's coming up," Trigger said, startling Lazlo. That was really the first sound he'd heard all night, with the exception of a few unintelligable whispers from the employee lounge. Indeed, the sun was coming up, and, being bored, Lazlo decided to wake the others up.
First was Trigger, although he was awake, Lazlo thought it'd be fun to throw something at him. Aah, potato... He threw it but missed horribly. Trigger only laughed. "You want a potato fight, eh?"
"No, I just wanted to throw one at you," Lazlo said, smiling slightly. He then walked over to see Skull's bed of chips. "I'd've never thought that would work..." Lazlo said. He then pushed Skull down, popping the bags. Skull stayed asleep. "Feh, you wake him up, I'll go get Swift." He said to Trigger, who started poking Skull in the eyes. Lazlo quitely sneaked into the employee lounge. Aww, it's a Kodak moment. Lazlo thought, seeing Swift and Morrigan curled up around each other. They really did make a good couple. Lazlo slammed the door and they both woke up, "OHMYGAWDTHERE'STHISGUYANDHE'SGOINGTODESTROYUSALLANDITRIEDTOSTOPHIMBUTIMISSEDANDHITAPROPANETAKEANDNOWTRIGGER'SONFIRE SOITRIEDTOPUTHIMOUTWITHSKULLBUTNOWTHEY'REBOTHONFIREANDIDON'TKNOWHATTODO!!" He screamed. Swift jumped up.
"What the hell did you just say?" He said and tried to push Lazlo out of the way. Lazlo didn't budge.
"Smile, you're on can-did cam-ruh!" Lazlo sung, grinning wildly.
"Oh you're an ass." Swift said, obviously maddened to have been waken up in such a way.
"Well, that may or may not be the case, however it's daytime now, and we've got to get going. But first, grab some deoderant, you stink man!" They had all been sweating heavily, and no one was very pleasant.
When they had finally packed everything they were taking with thme into various pockets and backpacks, they head towards the parking lot. Other than a few cars and a photo booth, there was nothing there. "Where are they?" Trigger asked.
"Is it over?" Morrigan said, almost looking cheerful. There was a large bang behind them. One of the zombies had knocked over a mailbin.
"Oh fuck me." Lazlo said, throwing a bag of Skittles at the guy, and again, missing.
"Come on," Swift said, "let's find a car with a full tank." It didn't take long. Some yuppy had parked in a handicapped spot. It was a red Jaguar SE, 2001 model.
"Dude!" Lazlo yelled. "Not a bad find." They hopped in to find the keys missing.
"Yeah, real good..." Skull said. After some more searching the found a black '98 Nissan Maxima, with the keys sitting in front of a trail of blood that ran towards the store. Swift and Morrigan jumped up front, while Skull, Lazlo, and Trigger took to the back. It was a bit cramped, but no one complained.
The first ten minutes of the ride were boring and dull. Just trees on either side of the road. It felt like an eternity to Lazlo and Trigger, who were finally starting to get tired. Trigger grabbed a Dr Pepper from his pocket, and Lazlo took it. Trigger whas about to fight back, but Skull, still angry about being pushed into the center, broke them up.
A few minutes later, Lazlo broke the silence. "Hey Swift, why don't you have your driver's liscence? You're obviously good enough."
"Well, Lazlo, as you may recall, when I went to take the driving test, someone had put a potato in my muffler."
"Ahh, what can't those things do?" Lazlo said, amused. "I wonder who did that..."
"Yeah, I wonder... Anyway, my mom said I can't take the test for a year. Why don't you have one, Mr. Potatopants?"
"That's actually a funny story. I don't want to pay for gas. Hm... guess it's not as funny as I advertised." Lazlo said.
"Right, I should have known, that would cut into your porn subscriptions, huh?" Swiftman said.
"I don't have any subscriptions!" Lazlo yelled. "But how'd you know? Seriously, though, gas is expensive, and I'd rather buy video games and crap." The car went quiet again, untill Trigger farted. At first everyone thought they were safe from Trigger's airbiscut, but the smelled slowly creeped over them.
"Jesus!" Skull screamed, and thwaped Trigger on the arm.
"What? I couldn't just hold it in! That's bad for you." Swiftman rolled down the windows, and everyone was safe again.
They came up on a sign. "Plasto's Peltatorium, next right."
"Aww, that brings back memories." Lazlo said. "Isn't that where we got your nickname, Trigger?"
"Oh yeah, what were we, eight or nine? Man that was fun..."
"Well aren't you going to tell the story? Remember, I was in Canada back then, I don't know how it happened, I don't even know what that place is." Swift had a point. He was Canadian.
"Oh yeah... they closed it down just before you moved here..." Lazlo said, feeling dissapointed that they couldn't go there anymore.
"Well," Trigger started off, "The Peltatorium was basically any nine-year-olds heaven. Terrible smelling pizza, overpriced arcade games, and even a huge room full of big rubber balls...."
((Take it home, Trigger))
