This left the occupants of the resting device with no car, seeing as how Ian's car was in need of an undamaged alternator. It took Scream and Quimby only seconds to bolt out of bed and look into their inner manly selves to make the decision of changing the alternator themselves.

It wasn't long before a phone call was placed to Kragen Auto Parts just less then a mile from Scream's house. They tested the old alternator, and it failed miserably in all regards. It was not long before the new alternator was in their possession and installed in the motor vehicle. All that which was left was to put the drive belt around the alternator. This proved to be quite difficult. Many unsuccessful attempts later, trying to prove their brute strength, Quimby and Scream decided to become remorseful and use a socket wrench to move a spring loaded tension bolt in order to put the drive belt over the alternator with ease.

They both laughed sheepishly at how easy it would have been if they had used their heads, and not testosterone in the first place. Finally, at 2 o'clock, a whole 4.5 hours after they had awoken, and a whole 4 hours after they had jumped from the surface of the resting facility, they were then ready to depart. This is when they found that their good friend Wizard was not able to join them today. Taxi driver Sven had already backed out due to some top-secret burger flipping duties.

5 minutes into the drive they lost power intermittently, but thought nothing of it until they arrived at the person's house that Scream had borrowed sockets from and smelled something burning. Turns out that they had left a wire touching the engine manifold. It had melted the protective coating causing the wire to arc with the manifold. This, they presumed, is why the vehicle had lost power. They taped up the wire, and started out for their journey. Up to this point, all signs had told them not to go. However, they were determined to shoot the shotguns they had packed in the trunk, and since all signs pointed clear, nothing would stop their ambitions.

All went well, and when they got there, they paid their $12 entrance fee, drove down to the shotgun range, bought some clay pigeons, and started blasting away. Please note, at this time it was 3:50 P.M. and the range closed at 5:00 P.M.

Some 129 clays, and 129 shells later, they were done. The 870 Super magnum and the Over and under shotgun were smoking and ready for the very long journey home. Neither of them realized just how long this journey would become.

Blasting out of the front entrance gate of the range at super human speeds, Quimby and Scream were on their way home. It was when Scream decided to pull the shifter down to 1st gear and floor the gas pedal, that they realized that they were going to have some problems. The cars engine whined in distress, the check battery light came on as the "have engine serviced soon" light flickered. They pulled over and turned off the car to check what was going on under the hood. When the engine turned over and roared it's start again, both lights were off and the two decided that it was little more then a fluke... and that they wouldn't put it into 1st and floor the pedal again. For the next couple miles everything was normal, until Quimby noticed that the speedometer was not working quite correctly. In fact, it was reading that they were going 0 miles per hour when in fact they were hitting close to 45 around a 20 M.P.H. turn. It was at this point the blazing radio seemed to cut out, and Scream felt the car loose power.

They coasted for a while, hoping that they would reach the town before they stopped. Scream, noticing that they could not maintain their momentum, decided to pull into a pick-nick/RV camping area. He was barely able to stop short of slamming into a tree. Scream left Quimby alone and went to call AAA. Quimby simply stood there at the car, wondering if this had been deliberate and if he indeed should pull one of those shotguns out of the trunk for protection. Scream came back with 2 sodas and announced that the truck would be there within the hour. They exchanged a few nervous jokes about the horror movie they had seen the night before, and the forest environment they were in. It was about a half hour before Scream noticed what seemed to be blood up high in a tree. The two laughed even more nervously at this.

The hour had passed by, and the truck was not there. They decided to try the car again and drove off about 300 feet down the road. This is where the car died again. Scream flipped on the hazard lights, pulled into the turnout, and slammed the brakes on. As the dust settled, they realized that dusk was upon them and the darkness was beginning to engulf the forest, which they were stranded in.

Just before night had taken over the forest completely, they had seen a tow truck pass by. Quimby jumped out of the car Screaming and yelling at him, but he simply kept on truckin'. Quimby then had a smart idea, and checked his cellular phone to see if he had any reception. He did, he had 2 bars of it. He then told Scream to check his cellular phone, because his was dead. Scream's cellular phone had 3 bars of reception, and so he called AAA again. It was at this point that he found out that the tow truck that had passed them was really looking for them, and the dispatcher radioed the truck, and told it to turn around.

The truck had turned around, and pulled up right behind them. However, before he could tow them to safety, he had to help another person who was stuck on the same road a ways back. It is important to note at this point that the driver had a huge mullet. And that it was long.

Scream and Quimby climbed back into the car, and waited. Numerous jokes and insults were exchanged to pass the time. Including Screams clever one about Quimby's innocence.
"I'm completely innocent," Quimby stated.
To which Scream replied, "The last time you were innocent, your mother was giving birth. And seeing as how you're an only child..."

After about another hour, another tow truck pulled into view, it was completely dark at this point so Scream flipped on his hazard lights. The truck stopped and asked if they were waiting for a tow, to which they responded they were. Turns out that mullet head had gotten his truck sunk in a ditch, and the second truck was to pull him out. Scream couldn't help but laugh hysterically at this, while the second truck drove off. They both settled in for another long wait. Time became irrelevant to them, simply because they knew it would be a long time until they got out of there. So around 9:50 P.M., the mullet head appeared and hitched up the car to his truck. It was shortly after this that Quimby called "Side Seat" and Scream made the statement "I guess I have to be the friendly one tonight then."

It struck them as odd, because right as they rounded the first bend, they saw the town they had wanted to get too before the engine had cut out. The rest of the drive home was mostly uneventful, with the exception of the 3 deer that were killed by running in front of the rather large truck. Ok, the dear part didn't happen, I added it for dramatic effect. Finally at 10:40 P.M. they were home safe, unloaded all the firearms from the trunk into Scream's safe, jumped into the working van and drove off to Carl's Jr.

The End.

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