4 CRUISING FOR TROUBLE

CHAPTER 4 CRUISING FOR TROUBLE

Hey, where are your hats? They looked dopey. I don't really have a head. I ate mine.

Hey man, why are we driving around in this stupid car? STUPID CAR?!

This car is a fuel-injected, 200-HORSE-POWER, rock'n'rollin' chariot of flaming COOLNESS, my friend. If we're going to be good guys, don't you think we should LOOK GOOD too? A- 'Fully Sick' V8 Engine that runs on undiluted panther wee. B- Fat Wheels for just looking insanely cool. C- Custom Ejector Seats for personal safety and also practical jokes. D- Oversized Muffler for being very, very loud at all times.

And it's roomy, too! Hey, it's a sweet ride, chico. But I get carsick, man. So what ARE we doing out here?

We're looking for trouble, my friend. If we're going to be heroes, we ALWAYS need to be on the lookout for trouble...