It was a dark and stormy night... well... not so stormy... and Loopbe had locked his keys in his car. With no way of getting home, he decided to invite me to rest at his house for the night if I gave him a ride there.

"Oh, yes," I replied, for I was tired and it was almost day.

"I'm a bit hungry," he said to me. "Shall we make a side trip to go to Denny's?"

"Ok." I said ok... why did I say ok? I wasn't hungry, and I didn't know how far I could take us... but I said ok. This was the beginning of a lifetime of adventure.

We started driving down the road. It could not have been earlier than 3:00 in the morning. My pod (because pod is just a better word for car) started moaning and sputtering. I spoke to it, and told it to move. "Just a little farther to the station, baby. You can do it!" I looked with fear at Loopbe. "We can make it... we can make it!" Civral, my pod, died of hunger. "I knew I should have fed her more... I'm so sorry, Loopbe."

I told myself everything would be alright and I got out of the car, and he got out of the car, and we started pushing the pod. we pushed and we pushed, but Civral had died on a hill, and much in the way of Edna Turnblad, we were unable to shift her.

He tried to flag down cars for help, and he waved his arms like a madman, but at 3:30 AM, there aren't many cars who are willing to help. At 4 AM, we decided to walk. We walked. And walked...... aaaanndd waaaaalked.... it seemed there was no salvation for us poor schmucks, when another pod was seen in the distance coming fast. Loopbe raised his arms and waved frantically at the driver, and stuck his thumb out in hopes that maybe crossing the law in desperation would strike sympathy in this lonely driver's heart. Apparently, it did.

He stopped, and we hopped in. It was a pickup truck, and the seats were cramped. It smelled of smoke and alcohol. The man was nice enough. We told him our story and woes, and he was kind enough to drive us to the nearest gas station. Unfortunately, the nearest gas station was closed. He then offered to go out of his way to drive out of his way to take us to another one. We got there, he wished us the best of luck, and he was on his way. Loopbe and I were alone again.

This one I had been to before. The man who owned the place knew me. He had a crush on me. He liked me so much, that since they didn't have any gas cans, he gave us a water jug, filled to the brim, and a syphon. Loopbe and I hoped with all our hearts that this would be enough.

With that, we started the long journey back to Civral with the nutrients that we prayed would revive her. All the while, we spoke of wasted time, and sung songs and spun tales that would pass the stretch. We were trying to flag down pods as we walked as well. Up to that point, I had been too shy to do it.

"You know," Loopbe said, "you could probably get a car to stop easier than me."

"Well, maybe I can!" I turned around to put my hands up at the next car that passed. They stopped.

As we climbed in, we noticed that the driver was a sweet looking lady that was most definitely a mom. "I noticed your t-shirt," she commented to me. "You go to the Paul Green School of Rock? My kids want to go there!"

"Yes, I do! I can't believe you know of it! Not many people do! This is my last year, though. I'm getting too old" I knew that we were lucky to get a School of Rock mom. They're always so nice. I told her about our situation, and about how we had been up for quite some time, and about the senior prom we had been at, and about the trials and tribulations that had followed. She was as sympathetic as any truly good human being should be. She drove us all the way back to Civral, wished us well, and waved goodbye.

We knew that we were in the home stretch. This was it! All Loopbe and I had to do was syphon the gas in, then drive to get more! Unfortunately, the syphon we had acquired from Pepe the gas man was too small and weak to be used as such. We were in s
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