| Chapter 11: "THE TOW TRUCK?!" |
| John’s smushed car sits on the side of the road. Melissa has chewed through her ropes, and escapes through the door. John remains pinned in the vehicle…*oh, tear* Melissa- (Scooting back from the Mustang) Thank god… John- Pretty Momma, help! Melissa- I’d rather roll in poo and eat it. John- I could help with that! *** In Matt’s car… Chris and Amy- “Gone…baby, you’re…GONE…” Matt- (breathing hard, before whipping his head around) Alright, SHUT UP! Tory has been staring out the window, and suddenly her eyes widen. Tory- Guys…there’s a tree on fire over there… Amy- Oh no! Somebody call Smokey the Bear! Chris- Who? Amy- “Only YOU can prevent forest fires…” Matt- Wait…fire? All four look at each other and gasp… “JOHN!” In Meagan’s car… Jesse- What’s that over there? I see a bright light… Frankie- Maybe it’s God… Greg- Or it could be- Just then, the phone rings, startling the five. Anna- (almost asleep, but sits up with a jolt) Ah… Meagan answers, then switching it to speakerphone. Matt- Guys…QUICK! PULL OVER! Jesse looks at his shirt. Jesse- I’m not wearing a pullover…it’s a t-shirt. Tory- Moron! Chris- You have to pull over because there’s a…a… Matt, Tory, Amy, Chris- FIRE!!! Greg, Frankie, Jesse, Anna, Meagan- FIRE?! Greg- PULL OVER! *** Meanwhile, Louie, Mrs. Raposo, and Mrs. McCartney have driven over to the nearest police department. They are talking to a cop, trying to get a search party to find the kids. Cop- Well…what are we looking for exactly? Mrs. Raposo- Well, that’s easy. Ten teenaged kids…five girls, five boys- Mrs. McCartney- And a tall, hairy guy- Louie- Name of John. Cop- (writing stuff down) Uh huh…tell me, is there anything unique I could be looking for if I was to look for them? Mrs. McCartney- Well, Jesse has a birthmark on his- Mrs. Raposo elbows her. Louie- Nah, nah…they’re a band- Cop- A band? All ten of ‘em? And the hairy guy? Mrs. Raposo- No, no, just the five boys. Cop- Ma’am, you’ve mentioned six boys. Mrs. McCartney- John doesn’t count as either male or female, he’s a- Louie- Great guy…uh…that we NEED to find… Cop- Right…now, how old are these kids, how tall, gimme some information. Mrs. Raposo- They’re all between fourteen and sixteen- Mrs. McCartney- Well, except for John… Louie- Yeah, how old is he? Mrs. Raposo- Eighteen or thereabouts… Cop- Ok…let’s stick to the ten kids then. Mrs. McCartney- They’re all between five and six feet tall… Cop- Gee thanks, ma’am, that really narrows it down. Mrs. McCartney- Well, I try to help as best I can. Mrs. Raposo and Louie look at each other, sensing a little ‘Jesse’ in Mrs. McCartney. Louie- The five boys, they’re all in Dream Street, so they shouldn’t be tough to find. Mrs. Raposo- Yes, they’re very cute. Cop- Dream Street? That’s a band? *** During all of this, the two cars have pulled over by John’s wrecked car. Greg helps Melissa to her feet. Jesse lays on the hood of Matt’s car, fast asleep. Meagan, Anna, Tory, and Amy sit on the gravel by the road, as the guys have told them to stay back. Chris, Matt, and Frankie are admiring the damage. John whimpers from his position in the car. Greg- Dude, I am SO sorry about this… Melissa- That’s ok, Greg. Melissa leans in to kiss Greg, who leans farther back the opposite way. Greg- Wait a minute… Melissa- AH! NO, I HAVEN’T KISSED JOHN! Greg- Oh, ok. (He accepts the kiss) Frankie- Whoa…nice crash, there, John. John- (his voice cracking) Thanks. Matt- Yeah, cool. I like how the headlights hang from their socket things. Chris- Yeah, that’s neat. Oh, and the license plate is all twisted. That’s cute. What does it say…? (He tilts his head to the side to get a better look) Frankie and Matt look also. Frankie- Um…ho-tay? I can’t tell… Matt- (squinting) Um…oh no…that can’t say hottie… Chris- AW... Frankie- It might as well say “delirious” too. John- I get that a lot. But, it doesn’t fit on the plates. Anna- Look at John all helpless over there. Tory- I know, isn’t it great? Meagan- Anyone have a camera? Amy- I do! Oh…but I used all the pictures up when the other cheerleaders and I went to the National Cheerleading Hall of Fame. Meagan- Uh…where the hell is that? Tory- There’s a Cheerleading Hall of Fame…? Anna- There’s no such thing… Amy- Nonsense! There is too! It is in my friend Tiffani’s basement! Just then, sirens are heard, and there are searchlights in the distance. Mrs. McCartney rides on the back of a police motorcycle, clutching a large megaphone. Behind her is a brigade of cop cars. Mrs. McCartney- Alright, all of you freeze…this is the police. All the kids stand up slowly, the bright lights shining in their eyes. Jesse wakes up, startled. Jesse- Huh? Where? Oh my god…E.T.??? Greg- (whispering loudly) It’s not E.T., you idiot. It’s…your mom…? Amy- (in a low, frightened voice) Jesse, your mom is a police officer? Jesse- Uh, no…? As the swarm rides proudly toward the group, strong, trumpeting music is heard in the background. Frankie- (gulps) Oh no…we’re out past curfew… Anna- I’ll say…geez, who called the cops? Everyone turns to John. John- What? It wasn’t me, I swear! Everyone turns to Amy. Amy- WHAT?! Now who would call the cops on themselves?! Everyone turns to Jesse. Jesse- WHAT?! Yeah right, nice try! Matt- THEN WHO THE HELL DID?! Mrs. McCartney- (taking off her helmet as the motorcycle stops on the side of the road) We did, Matthew. And watch your language. Mrs. Raposo and Louie open the doors the police behind the motorcycle and step out. Louie- Alright, what’s going on here?! The five couples freeze. John ducks his head in the rubble. Mrs. Raposo- (walking up to Greg and giving him a hug) Oh, Gregory, you scared me to death! Greg- Gee, uh, sorry, Mom… Mrs. Raposo- (letting go and stepping back, her face tightening) Damn right you’re sorry, boy. It’s two in the morning, and you have rehearsal tomorrow at ten! Greg- I know, Mom. God… Louie- And I expect all five of you to be there. Jesse- Aw, but can’t we just sleep in- Mrs. McCartney- You most certainly cannot. This is your own fault you are up so late. Frankie- Actually, it’s John’s- Mrs. Raposo- Francis, that’s enough. During all of this, the police are inspecting the damaged vehicle. Cop #1- Were any of you involved in this? Melissa- Well…I was in the car- Mrs. McCartney- You were what?! Melissa- I was kidnapped! Greg- Yeah, and we came to save her! Cop #2- Kidnapped? By who? The ten kids point at John. Cop #1- (walking over by John) Did you kidnap her? John- Well, I wouldn’t say that. It was more of a date- Melissa- It was not! Cop #2- Sir, people get locked up for this kinda stuff. Meagan- (whispering to Anna) Tell me he did not just call John “Sir”. Matt- Oh, by all means, Mr. Policeman, sir, lock him up. Chris- He has a history with this kinda stuff. Cop #2- He does? Cop #1- (looking at John) You do? John- No, I- Cop #3- (walking up with cuffs) Come on, boy, you’re comin’ with us. John- NoOoOoOo… The ten kids exchange “yes’s” and high-fives as they hop into the police cars with the adults to ride back to the hotel. Matt- Wait, our cars… Louie- Don’t worry, I called the tow truck to- Matt and Meagan- THE TOW TRUCK?! |