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"Ah, crap, the tide." Pope huffed as they pulled up to the once small water hole, seeing as though now it has risen and looked like it had been apart of the creek, "Oh, this doesn't look good."
"How deep is that?" Kie questioned.
"I dunno. The roads gone." John B nodded his head, looking at the water.
"Think the gators are in there?" Lila spoke up.
"Yeah." JJ spoke from the front, "Tide rose faster then I thought it would. How high are the spark plugs?"
"They're good. We're fine." John B spoke hesitantly.
"No, how high are they?" JJ and Pope said on sync.
Lilas stomach grumbled as she huffed, "I'm gonna eat one of you."
"Ma'am, i'd be honored but let me get us through this first." JJ announced as he hit John B's arm, "How high are they?"
"Oh, just above the tail light." the curly haired boy gave a tight lipped smile.
"Okay, so that's, what, three feet?" Pope questioned.
"That's three feet. Yeah." JJ hummed with a odd look.
"That water can't be three feet deep." Kie shook her head.
"Then whats the problem?" John B rose his eyebrows.
"Not a problem. No, we're good. She'll make it." JJ nodded as he leaned back with a clear of his throat.
"Ladies and gentleman, fasten your seat belts. Hold on to something." John B announced. Pope let out a yell as Lila latched onto his head tightly. John B hit the peddle, the tires spinning but the Twinkie stuck in place. It suddenly flew forward, making it out of the mud and through the deep waters.
"Speed is your friend! Speed is your friend, John B!"
"We got it! We got it!" Sarah hollered as they made it to the end, the tires suddenly turning and bringing them into the creek.
"No, no, no, no." John B panicked.
"I think we miscalculated." Pope spoke up as Sarah gave a sarcastic look.
