-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "So, you're gonna just go grab old Nanook?" Derek asked skeptically. "Yeah. Why? Something strange about that? Something totally INSANE about that?" Marco asked. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *Marco? Are you with us?* Cassie asked. *Oh, sure. Where else would I be? What could possibly be more fun than running around the sand dunes getting shot at and then junping into the ocean and turning into a trout, who, incidentally, can't live in saltwater? I wouldn't miss it for anything. NOW can we go home and watch T.V.?* Marco answered. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *Have our lives gotten really weird, or is it just me?* Tobias asked. "Weird? Weird?" Marco crowed. "The talking bird wants to know if getting information on the location of an alien from a whale that you've just saved from sharks by turning into dolphins...you're suggesting that's WEIRD?" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Marco: "Aaaaaaahhhhh!" Cassie screamed. "Look out! Lookoutlookoutlookoutlookout!" Jake yelled. "Would you both shut up?" I demanded. "I'm trying to drive here!" "Car! Car! Car!" Jake yelled. I yanked the wheel left. BAM! "Aaaaaahhhhhhh!" "Oh, it's just a trash can," I said. "Chill out." BAM! BAM! BAM! "Okay, so it's four trash cans," I said. "Get off the sidewalk, you lunatic!" Jake said. I yanked the wheel to the right. We bumped off the sidewalk, sort of grazed a parked car, and...BAM! BAM! BAM! "Do you just hate trash cans?" Jake asked. "Is that your problem? Do you just HATE TRASH CANS?!!" --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
