The reason: Justin's Benz is in the shop. (Some fan keyed it, ironically the message was "I love you Nick"), Chris sprained his toe trying to play "Boscer Ball" (a 100% Joey original mixing soccer and basketball, nice one Joe) making it difficult for this CrAzY dude to blade anywhere, J.C. can't drive and sleep at the same time, and Joey can't drive and eat at the same time. So they all piled into the car with Lance to go to the mall, as requested by Justy. Once they reach the highway J.C. falls asleep, Justin attempts to fix his 'fro, Chris gets hyper, and Joey gets hungry--again.
Lacne: Justin! How am I to properly see on all sides of the car if your big head is conjesting my mirror?
-J.C. begins drooling-
Lance: J.C.! Wake up! Now! You are drooling all over my finely apolstered car seat. Wake up! And put your car seat in it's full upright position! You're cleaning that up mister, it better not stain.
J.C.: Huh? Sure whatever.
-Cunch-Crunch-Gulp-Crunch-Crunch-Crunch-
Lance: Wh-what was that? Damnit Joey! I've said 100 times no eating or drinking in my car!
-Thump-(Lance hits a possum)
Lance: Damnit!
Chris: Eeewww!
-Lance quickly turns around and takes Joey's bag of potato chips-
Chris: Hey, were they Barbecue?
Joey:(meekly) yeah.
Lance: Now Joey, I did not mean to yell at you to make you upset at me or yourself , but I do recall mentioning...Justin! Is that gum? Ah-I see gum! Spit it out this instant, do you hear me? SPIT IT OUT Either spit it into this Puff Tissue or swallow it.
Justin begins to roll down the window-
Lance: No! Don't spit it out the window! That is a violation of penal code 272, section 16, paragraph 4 and the penalty would be either $500 or 2 weeks in the State Correctional Institute.
Justin: Uh, OK.
-Chris, getting antsy, begins to bounce up and down in his seat chanting "are we there yet, are we there yet?"-
Lance: Chris, shut up and don't move in your sear! One of your disgusting braids could fly out and hit someone.
Chris: 'K
-He leans forward and begins pushing button. The radio comes on, windows roll up and down, heat comes on, and the cigarette lighter pops out-
Lance: Christopher Alan Kirkpatrick! Sit in your seat! Are you buckled? Don't make me stop this car.
-Around the same time the windows start to fog up from all the hot air and Joey reaches up to draw something--
Lance: Joey, I see you! Don't even think about it! Don't you know what kinda finger prints that'll leave?
-Sitting back disappointed, Joey stuffs a Reese Cup into his mouth-
Chris: Hey Joey-Pepperoni! Ever hearda hand mouth coordination?
Lance: Joey, are you eating again?
Joey: (muffled from food) No.
-Joey hits Chris and soon they break out into a friendly fist fight, Lance slams on the breaks-
Lance: Joseph and Christopher! Knock it off now or I will turn this car around and we'll go straight home.
-Justin laughs and Chris slaps him. J.C. snores-
Once the guys reach the mall it takes another 15 minutes for Lance to find a parking space where his car will not get breathed on. He parks between a Cadillac and a Pinto.
After the guys dragged Justin out of Champs and Footlocker, they head back to the car. Lance accordingly places the bags in the trunk by, weight, ownership, shape, and breakability.
Lance: Joey, I don't know what you stepped in but it is not entering my automobile.
J.C.: What time is it?
Joey: It's mud and about 3 o'clock.
Lance: Everyone check the bottom of your shoes and get rid of all your trash now.
Justin:(To Chris) Are you up for hitch-hiking?
Chris: Let's make a break for it.
