WAR: DP: Pink on the Pavement! (1/1) Place: The Mean Streets of Toronto Time: Tuesday the 17th, morning 'til afternoon By: Cousin Mary "I don't see why they won't give us anymore lessons!" Blue hared and newly tattooed teen terror, SNB ranted as she walked with fellow underage Thugs, Miranda, Andrea, John-Travis and Jennies #2&3. Miranda giggled, "Maybe because we almost totaled the Pinkmobile?" "And nearly ran down Tracy?" Jenny #2 added. Despite getting lessons from both Laura and Anne (the latter specializing in parallel parking) none of the teens seemed any closer to getting their licenses... though they deserved them! The six pedestrian Thugs continued to stalk around Toronto, stopping here and there for ice cream and coffees, but generally just complaining about the fact that they had to -walk- anywhere. "Wait a second!" John-Travis held out his arms, halting the entourage of grumbling girls. "Look!" They all craned their necks and took in the awe inspiring sight of the sea foam Caddy glinting in the early morning sun. "Ooo," Andrea sighed happily, almost floating to the unguarded auto. "Just look at it!" "Ya know," Jenny #3 grinned hugely, "We could drive this baby no problem!" Miranda nodded, they had been taught on the DP's own pink Caddy, therefore it followed that they should be able to drive this one. "Makes sense to me." And with that, she leapt over the door and into the seat. All the other DP Thugs looked at each other, then quickly piled in themselves. "Shotgun!" "No! Me!" "Hey, get your foot off my face-" "Andreaaaa!" When all was said and done, Miranda somehow found herself in the back seat, with Jenny #2 and SNB. While John-Travis, Andrea and Jenny#3 claimed the front, Jenny#3 behind the wheel. "Okay, how do I start this thing?" The would-be driver asked. "You do realize this is -very- illegal?" SNB pointed out. "Joy-riding is only a misdemeanor," John-Travis shot her an impish smile, "Besides, Nick won't press charges." "Good point," SNB smiled back, then leaned over the seat and quickly hot-wired the Caddy. "Wow!" Miranda gasped, "You're good at that!" "Nothing to it," SNB slid back into her seat as the engine roared to life. "Kay," Jenny#3 took of the break and put the Caddy into gear, "So where to?" The teens all looked at each other, then in unison said, "Buckstars!" >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>An Hour Later<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< "I am -so- sorry," Jenny#3 repeated as she walked shakily up the embankment. "It's okay," Jenny#2 patted her arm comfortingly. They'd just been driving the Caddy back to it's rightful owners when the rabbit had come out of no where, Jenny#3 had swerved to miss it, her hot coffee spilling in her lap, which caused her to yank the wheel even more. "It's not that bad," John-Travis assured them, trying to reshape his hat whilst climbing up at the same time. "We'll just call the auto club and-" "We can't do that!" Andrea yelped, "It's a stolen car!" "We didn't steal it!" Miranda insisted, "We were just borrowing..." She trailed off as her friends all looked at her, no, no one was going to believe that, even if it were the truth. "All right, listen, here's what we'll do," SNB took charge, "We find a body shop, someone quick and discrete, we get them to fix up the Caddy and return it before anyone is the wiser. Agreed?" When everyone nodded, she pulled out her cell phone, "Kay, what's a shady body shop?" >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Four Hours Later<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< "What's taking so long?" John-Travis paced up and down the waiting room. They'd been in the small smoky shop for what seemed like forever, "We have to get the car back before 6! They're sure to notice after that!" Everyone nodded, though no one was quite sure on how they'd come up with the magic number of 6 PM, they all felt it was vital to get the car back before then. Not to mention that the elder Thugs would no doubt start wondering where they were if they didn't at least check in soon. (During wartime you can't be too careful.) Andrea flipped through an out of date car magazine and took a sip of her Jolt cola, "Why aren't they done yet? It wasn't that bad!" The teens all looked at each other with determined faces, silently agreeing to give the mechanics at Juan Valdez's Caddy Body Shop Emporium (yes they'd picked the place on the similarity to the coffee, why do you ask? *eDPg*)10 more minutes before storming the place. Just then, Juan Valdez the 3rd stepped into the waiting room and grinned at them. "We have it all done folks, that'll be 500 dollars." The teens panicked for a second, before SNB pulled out a credit card, "Here ya go." "Excellent," Juan paused to look at the card, "Ms. Vetter." As he left to run the card, the other DPs surrounded SNB like a cloud of locusts. "Are you nuts?" "Tracy'll kill you!" "Heck, -Mary- will kill you! We still haven't paid off the card debts from -last- war!" "I know that!" SNB snapped, pushing blue bangs out of her eyes, "That's why it'll work, they won't even notice the extra debt." "Yeah right they won't," John-Travis snorted. SNB was just about to comment back, when Juan returned, handed her back the card and pointed them towards the working part of the establishment. "Garage 7B." The teens thanked him and started walking the way he indicated. It was almost a quarter to six now, they'd have to hurry. "Gee!" Jenny#2 started wide-eyed at all the cars as the passed, "I didn't even realize there were this many Caddies in all Toronto!" "No kidding!" Andrea agreed, "Hey, what garage are we at?" "Um, dunno," Miranda shrugged, "I don't see any numbers." "Well this is certainly the wrong one," Jenny#3 pointed at the newer, smaller blue Caddy before them, "Let's keep going." Soon enough they came across their Caddy, sea foam green, right year, convertible, perfect. Perfect except one thing. "Oh god!" "Please tell me I'm seeing things!" "They didn't!" "NO!!!" "Uh," John-Travis walked to the newly lowered Caddy, slipping behind the wheel, "Well, look on the bright side." "There's a bright side?" Andrea asked as she and the other girls piled in and the mechanics waved them to drive out. "At least Nick's mortal now," John-Travis grinned, driving the large boat-like Caddy out into the sun, "So there's no way he can drain us!" "He could still shoot us," Miranda pointed out. "Details, details." SNB sighed. She looked out at the passing scenery as John-Travis drove the car back to the loft. Several minutes into the ride, she leaned forward and yelled, "Hey! Someone turn on the radio!" (It's physically impossible for a teenager to ride in a car without asking for the radio to be turned on.) Andrea leaned forward and flipped it on just as John-Travis was stopping at a light. "Ack!" "What the-?!" "Holy cow!" "Hydraulics!" Andrea quickly slapped off the radio and the car stopped bouncing. She looked around at all the other white as sheet DPs. "What are we going to do?" They sat there awhile, and when the light changed, John-Travis just finished driving them to the loft. When the arrived, they simply got out of the lowered Caddy and started walking slowly away. Then they started running. And they ran all the way back to DP Mansion. Then, they hid under their beds. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Cousin Mary