When Ms. دل made it to the سب, سب سے اوپر of the hill, her car was missing. The jack was still there with the flat tire however.
Ms. Heart: What is the meaning of this? I left my phone in the car, and now I have to go all the way to the police barracks.
She continued to walk along the road passing several cars.
Kevin: *Stopping اگلے to Ms. دل again* What happened to your car? Did آپ decide to keep the spare, and sell everything else?
Ms. Heart: No. Leave me alone.
Kevin: Okay. *Drives away*
She reached an intersection when a state trooper stopped اگلے to her with the police lights on.
Ms. Heart: Thank you! I need your help.
Police Square 65: Yes آپ do. Get in my car.
Ms. دل was taken down to State Police Barracks. Two officers asked her questions.
Police مثلث 92: Now you're saying that آپ left the car there, because your spare tire rolled down the hill, going to Frenchtown.
Ms. Heart: Yes officer. It was heavier than I thought, and I unfortunately dropped it.
Police Square 65: What's the license plate on your car again?
Ms. Heart: FRT-48H
Police Square 65: *Writing down the license plate number* We'll alert all of our other units, and keep an eye out for your car.
Meanwhile in a town called Ringoes, two مسدس rednecks had a birthday present for their sister.
Grey مسدس 62: Happy birthday Mary-Jane.
مالٹا, نارنگی مسدس 49: We got آپ a purty گلابی car.
گلابی مسدس 61: Thanks brothers. Y'all are very kind.
Grey مسدس 62: Let's get it off this here trailer, and آپ can drive around in style.
The flat tire was replaced with another tire slightly smaller than the others. They rolled it off the trailer, and Mary-Jane got into the car.
گلابی مسدس 61: *Turns the key, but the engine won't start* Come on sexy, y'all can do it. *Turns the key again* She started. *Turns on the radio*
Song: link
گلابی مسدس 61: Wait until my دوستوں see what I got under the hood. *Revs the engine, and starts driving, but the car only goes 1 mile an hour*
The car stalled, but the موسیقی was too loud for anyone to notice.
مالٹا, نارنگی مسدس 49: It ain't nothing like our diesel truck.
Grey مسدس 62: I'll say. It's much slower.
گلابی مسدس 61: *Pushes the pedal down several times* Why ain't آپ goin' faster? *Stops, and turns the car off. She steps out, and goes to her brothers*
Grey مسدس 62: She don't look happy.
گلابی مسدس 61: Take this back to wherever آپ found it.
مالٹا, نارنگی مسدس 49: Okay Mary-Jane.
2 B Continued
Ms. Heart: What is the meaning of this? I left my phone in the car, and now I have to go all the way to the police barracks.
She continued to walk along the road passing several cars.
Kevin: *Stopping اگلے to Ms. دل again* What happened to your car? Did آپ decide to keep the spare, and sell everything else?
Ms. Heart: No. Leave me alone.
Kevin: Okay. *Drives away*
She reached an intersection when a state trooper stopped اگلے to her with the police lights on.
Ms. Heart: Thank you! I need your help.
Police Square 65: Yes آپ do. Get in my car.
Ms. دل was taken down to State Police Barracks. Two officers asked her questions.
Police مثلث 92: Now you're saying that آپ left the car there, because your spare tire rolled down the hill, going to Frenchtown.
Ms. Heart: Yes officer. It was heavier than I thought, and I unfortunately dropped it.
Police Square 65: What's the license plate on your car again?
Ms. Heart: FRT-48H
Police Square 65: *Writing down the license plate number* We'll alert all of our other units, and keep an eye out for your car.
Meanwhile in a town called Ringoes, two مسدس rednecks had a birthday present for their sister.
Grey مسدس 62: Happy birthday Mary-Jane.
مالٹا, نارنگی مسدس 49: We got آپ a purty گلابی car.
گلابی مسدس 61: Thanks brothers. Y'all are very kind.
Grey مسدس 62: Let's get it off this here trailer, and آپ can drive around in style.
The flat tire was replaced with another tire slightly smaller than the others. They rolled it off the trailer, and Mary-Jane got into the car.
گلابی مسدس 61: *Turns the key, but the engine won't start* Come on sexy, y'all can do it. *Turns the key again* She started. *Turns on the radio*
Song: link
گلابی مسدس 61: Wait until my دوستوں see what I got under the hood. *Revs the engine, and starts driving, but the car only goes 1 mile an hour*
The car stalled, but the موسیقی was too loud for anyone to notice.
مالٹا, نارنگی مسدس 49: It ain't nothing like our diesel truck.
Grey مسدس 62: I'll say. It's much slower.
گلابی مسدس 61: *Pushes the pedal down several times* Why ain't آپ goin' faster? *Stops, and turns the car off. She steps out, and goes to her brothers*
Grey مسدس 62: She don't look happy.
گلابی مسدس 61: Take this back to wherever آپ found it.
مالٹا, نارنگی مسدس 49: Okay Mary-Jane.
2 B Continued