“Wha? Wait! Where did you say we were going?” Moiraine asked as notMiceElf grabbed her arm and led her away from the ice cream cart, dragging poor Spike the croc on his leash behind her.
“Loderse will explain on the way,” he answered excitedly. As they reached the curb, Loderse’s roadster screeched to a halt inches in front of Moiraine, startling her as she dropped her ice cream. “Aww, and that was the last bit of rum-raisin! Why’s the rum-raisin always gone?” she grumbled as she hopped into the back seat with Spike.
Once they had reached the open road, notMiceElf opened up a map, which Moiraine promptly snatched from him asking, “Would anyone like to tell me what our heading is?”
“Hey! Why do you always get to navigate?” notMiceElf argued.
“’Cause she’s better at it than you,” Loderse said laughing at him, keeping her eyes on the road.
“And I have my own compass!” Moiraine pointed out, sticking her tongue out at notMiceElf as he threw her a dirty look. When he slumped down in the front passenger seat and folded his arms across his chest, she tousled his hair, further reddening his face.
“So what’s the story? Whom, why, and to where are we racing at such a great speed?” she asked leaning forward in her seat.
“Well, here’s what went down…” Loderse began. She recalled to Moiraine the events of just a few hours before. Just as she was finishing up her story, they sped past the Geek’s little green Plymouth chugging along the side of the highway.
“Ha! Check out Jandelee’s clunker!” notMiceElf laughed, seeming to be in a better mood. “At least we know we won’t come in last!”
“Forget not coming in last - we’re going to win this thing!” Loderse rallied. She could see the Jocks’ ’57 Chevy on the horizon. “The Jocks always win – football, soccer, tennis, basketball. It’s time we win something!”
“You said it!” “Exactly!” notMiceElf and Moiraine replied.
From the backseat, Spike’s stomach rumbled. “Hey Lodie, Spike hasn’t eaten yet. At some point we’re going to have to find a place to get him a stack of t-bones or something,” Moiraine said, patting the croc’s head.
“Not before we pass these guys,” Loderse said, her eyes locked on the vehicle a few hundred yards in front of them. She sped up and within moments, they sailed pass the blue Chevy and waved at the Jocks whose mouths hung open, not believing the site of the Greaser car passing their’s.
“See ya later, squares!” notMiceElf yelled back at the Jocks. Loderse and Moiraine laughed along with him and once they had a comfortable lead, they all started scanning the road signs for a place to stop for some croc food.
