You all race outside and sure enough, there's Dude.
Yoo hooo!! Who's ready to partaaaay? calls Dude.
To his surprise, the Hammers and Airheads and the dog come pouring out of the garage, hooting and hollaring, barking and sniffing and ready to go. You and me trail after them, still arguing over why I didn't tell you about the Hammers living in our garage.
Dude ignores us and welcomes all the party crashers to get inside his van. 'I'll let the Bickerson's (meaning you and me) ride shotgun,' Dude says. 'All aboard the Party Express!'
Dude laughs, Relax man...I got it call undercontrol. Hey, will someone get this dog away from me? And like WOW! Is the old Dudester mobile ever crowded now. But no worries, mates!
AWAY WE GO!
First, let's load up all the people...and the dog too!
Cool, we got tons of space. What all do you want to bring?
Let's see, there's the Hammer's things and the Airheads guitars.
Yeah, says Airhead One. We'll be jammin at the party.
Airhead Two says, The drinks will flow and the babes will...will...what is it they do again?
Airhead Three whispers, I think they glow, you know?
Never mind that. We're packing...Got the cooler, check. The chairs? Yep. I think we're ready to hit the road. Hey Dude, did you ever find out which beach the party's at for sure?
WHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEE!