"Hey, man, if I married Chris Taylor, my name would be Taylor Taylor! WHOA!" With that last spurt of intelligence, Taylor passed into a deep sleep. Bob got onto the QEW, and headed straight for his hometown of Toronto.
Once in Toronto, Bob knew exactly what to do. He drove straight to the home of his parents--Mr. and Mrs. Essensa. No one could make an apple cobbler
quite like Mrs. Essensa, and this Bob knew. "Hey Mr. Essensa! Hey Mrs. Essensa!" Bob jumped out of the car and ran into his mother's open arms.
"Got any apple cobbler?"
"Of course I do, honey! Who is that man passed out in your passenger seat?"
"I wouldn't worry about it if I were you. Long story."
Bob entered the living room and plunked himself down in the Lay-Z-Boy. "Hey, Mrs. Essensa, hurry it up with the cobbler, eh?" Bob flicked on the television
as his father sat down on the couch.
"Hey, boy, I saw on the TV that you're going to playing for the Sabres."
"Oh, yeah, that... I was at the arena the other day. Then I left. I don't know when they're going to need me."
"Well, son, the season does start tomorrow. You ought to get that straightened out..."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever... MRS. ESSENSA! WHERE THE HELL IS MY COBBLER?!?"
"...and in hockey news, Buffalo Sabres coach Lindy Ruff has named Bob Essensa the starting goaltender for tomorrow's season opener. Essensa, however, has yet to report to the team, and..." Bob changed the channel abruptly.
"Mr. Essensa! Where is the Cartoon Network?"
"Channel 176, son. Umm, aren't you going to at least call the Sabres or something?"
"Get off my back, dad! For Christ's sake, I'm 36 years old! Ooh, Powerpuff Girls!"
Just then, there was a knock at the door.
"I'll get it!" Mrs. Essensa ran out of the kitchen to the front door.
"You'll get the door before you'll get my cobbler?" Bob always was the grumbling type.
Mrs. Essensa carried on a conversation with the person at the door while Bob continued to watch the escapades of Blossom, Buttercup and Bubbles. "Why,
yes, he just showed up at the front door... Oh, I don't know, he might be Taylor Pyatt... It's Es-SEN-sa, not ESS-en-sa... Would you like some apple
cobbler?"
Bob suddenly diverted his attention from the television as he recognized the voice at the door. He decided his only chance was the make a run for it.
"Mr. Essensa, cover me!" Bob did an army roll out of the living room, grabbed a piece of apple cobbler, opened the kitchen window and dove outside. He snuck through the bushes around the house and to the driveway. He jumped into the Rent-A-Car and quickly sped away.
"Wow, that was close." Taylor was awakened by the commotion.
"Hey, man, are we being chased by the cops?"
"Worse."
"How can it be worse, dude?"
"Just trust me... it's much, much, MUCH worse."
Chapter 7 - The CN Tower