Jon quietly folded his trail mix packet and stuffed it in his jacket pocket. His right hand reached in his jeans and pulled out his car keys, "There. More room, now. Who wants shotgun? We're gonna need to follow her. This is usually the part in the movies where the babe in the woods gets brutally murdered."
Jon paused and frowned, "Oh, alright. We'll go on foot." Jon momentarily opened his car, fished through a box of thrift... er, vintage clothes and pulls out a few natty toques. The one he chose was a bright pink Barbie toque complete with deely-bob, "I was saving this for her, but since she's not going to use it now..." He stretched the hat over his head, making the iconic doll's face image grotesquely stretch out.
Jon paused and frowned, "Oh, alright. We'll go on foot." Jon momentarily opened his car, fished through a box of thrift... er, vintage clothes and pulls out a few natty toques. The one he chose was a bright pink Barbie toque complete with deely-bob, "I was saving this for her, but since she's not going to use it now..." He stretched the hat over his head, making the iconic doll's face image grotesquely stretch out.
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