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| Episode 6: The Funny Farm |
| Page 4 |
| �2001 by Rebecca J. Burke & Hashbrown Casserole for the Matchbox Twenty Soul, Inc. |
| �I guess. He sure as hell won�t get back in the car, and we need to get Adam admitted. Yeah, that�s what we�ll do,� Rob replied, and yelled out to Paul for him to just keep on walking and that they would meet him there. Paul, not very happy that he would have to actually walk, but relieved to be away from Little Kyle, agreed, and watched as the Navigator pulled back onto the road and quickly disappear over the next hill. �Well, it�s only a few feet, I can do it,� he said to himself, walking along the fence that trimmed the highway. �It�s a nice day, anyway.� Meanwhile, as Rob finished lecturing Kyle on the proper place to assume relations with their songs, the group pulled into the driveway that led to the farm. �Okay, everybody out�except Adam.� �Dammit! Let me out!� Adam shrieked, tugging on his Barney straps as he watched the three get out of the SUV. �I won�t run away, I promise!� �Um, no,� Brian said, and shut the door in his face, leaving the window cracked so Adam wouldn�t suffocate. �Well poopy,� he replied, pulled on his paper hat, and crossed his arms yet again, trying to get a good look at their surroundings. The funny farm, or as it was officially named, The Peace Ranch, was a series of large grazing fields with a small ranch house in the middle of the only grove of trees in sight. Just past the house was an old barn that looked like it held horses at one time. The place seemed virtually deserted. Rob turned around in circles, and called out a hello, wondering if anyone was around. Brian started off towards the house, and Kyle leaned against a pine tree and smoked a cigarette. Suddenly, in mid-puff, Kyle dropped his cigarette and yelled back at the guys, �HEY!� Rob and Brian turned around and joined Kyle as he said, �I think someone�s coming over the hill there,� and he pointed to three moving specks of yellow on the horizon, followed by an oddly shaped indigo one. As the trio watched, the four specks turned into quite a sight. Marching towards them were three teenage girls in yellow togas followed by a magnificent peacock on a leash. They just stood there as the girls approached, and when the girls finally came up to the guys and spoke, it took a moment for them to reply. ��Scuse me, I asked ya if ya were Mistah Thomas,� the tallest one said, holding tight onto the peacock�s leash. Shaking himself out of shock, and looking up to her, he replied, �Yes, I�m Rob Thomas. Who are you?� She handed the leash over to the shortest girl, and spoke, �My name is Bobbie Renee Joy, but y�all can call me Joy, and these �ere is Sasha �n� Holly. We�re the p�riators.� �The what?� Brian asked. Sasha replied in lighting speed, but it was indistinguishable. �What?!� Brian asked again. �Forgive them, sugah. She�s from Kentucky, and that one is from Minnesota. I�m 100% Texan. Their accents are atrocious, but doesn�t it just butter your biscuit? Anyway, we�re the proprietors,� Holly answered with a smile. Kyle looked them up and down, and asked, �Why are you all dressed like that?� Holly giggled at him and replied, �We�re gnonks.� The peacock suddenly sprayed its fan of feathers and let out a honk. �Simmah dahn Petey, simmah dahn na!� Joy cried, careful to keep hold of the leash. |