Part  Four

�WUFEI!!!  HANDS ON THE WHEEL!�, Quatre screamed from behind him, �I knew this was a bad idea!  I just knew it!  We shouldn�t have let him drive!�  Wufei let go of the steering wheel, whipped around and was about to say something very nasty to the blonde pilot when he screamed, �HANDS ON THE WHEEL!!!!�

Wufei turned back to the road and gripped the steering wheel with white knuckles.  In a strained voice he managed to say, �Well, excuse me, I wouldn�t be such a bad driver if MAXWELL WASN�T TRYING TO STRANGLE ME WITH HIS BRAID!!!!�  His voice shook the car windows.

�Speaking of my braid�� Duo made an animal noise as he once again began to strangle Wufei.  Quatre let out a yelp as he dove for the driver�s seat in a sad attempt to grab the wheel.  His head hit the roof and he fell backward, his forehead smarting with pain.

�We never should have left the house.�  Trowa said quietly to himself.  He and Heero were sitting in the last seats of the minivan trying to ignore the din in the front three seats.

�I know,�  Heero mumbled coldly, �I�m more afraid of Wufei driving than Duo cooking, well as long as Duo�s in the front seat that is.�  Heero now regretted ever talking the other boys into forgiving Duo and going out to breakfast.  And it was obvious why.  Duo was even more obnoxious after a traumatic experience such as cooking breakfast than he was normally.

�FREE DRIVERS� SEAT!�  Duo exclaimed as he launched himself under the struggling Quatre and Wufei.

For a moment the car fell absolutely silent, and then erupted into the screams of four boys in unison, �NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!�  Duo giggled as he shoved Wufei and Quatre aside and gripped the wheel, �Now which way were we going again?  Oh yeah right."� he turned the wheel full force toward the right, then he screwed up his face as if trying to remember something, �Oh, wait, I was wrong, we were going left.�  Heero quickly struggled to buckle his seatbelt, making him and Trowa the only members of the car strapped in, as Duo once again turned the wheel.

Tires squealed as he ripped the steering wheel to the left.  Quatre and Wufei�s eyes nearly bulged out of their heads as the car tipped up onto two wheels and they began to slide toward the side windows.  Duo chortled with glee and yelled something about a roller coaster that was lost in the confusion.  Trowa gripped the small hook above his head to keep from falling to the left and having his seatbelt bite painfully into his side.  Heero just sat, allowing himself to tip.  Sparks flew as the side of the minivan scraped against the pavement.

�Gotta-right-the-car,� Quatre panted, attempting to crawl up to the windows that were now above.

�OOOoooOOh!  DENNYS!�  Duo squealed with glee, he turned the wheel sharply to the right and pulled into the Dennys� parking lot, somehow managing to park perfectly.  Quatre, who was almost on his feet was thrown against the sliding door, which Trowa happened to be in the middle of opening.  Trowa held onto the handle as Quatre flew into him and then out the door, scraping his chin on the asphalt.  He stood up shaking and whimpering in terror as Duo bounced out of the car.  He looked at Quatre and then did a double take, turning about swiftly and peering at Quatre as a dog would peer at an odd looking lizard.  �Dude, umm, I think you might�ve hurt your face.�

�REALLY!?�  Quatre bellowed sarcastically, �YOU, THINK I MIGHT HAVE HURT MY FACE.�  He nodded so quickly and insanely it seemed more like his head was vibrating than he was nodding.  �Well, that�s�that�s good to know.�  Suddenly he lunged at the young pilot screaming, �I�M GONNA HURT YOUR FACE!!!!�  Trowa only just caught the back of Quatre�s shirt, leaving him hanging and swinging his arms wildly, inches from Duo�s face.

Duo raised an eyebrow and looked quizzically at Wufei, �What�s wrong with him?�  he asked.  Wufei fell down.

When off for a mid-morning drive,
If you wish to be staying alive,
Choose drivers with care,
Not ones with long hair,
For then you just may not survive.