the hangover 3

chapter eight

   Stu and I quickly got in the limo. He was driving and I was sitting next to him in the passenger seat as we sped through the streets of Vegas.

   "Get the fuck outta the way!" I shouted out the window to all the people in the street while Stu honked the horn repeatedly.

   "How did this happen?!" Stu asked Phil.

   "We had him trapped, and then he jumped. He's out of his fucking mind!" Phil explained on the other line.

   "Fuck. Why is there so much traffic?!" I groaned. Stu was attempting to cut cars off but they were coming in all different directions.

   "You guys can not lose him!" Phil huffed.

   "I'm trying!" Stu shouted as he swerved around the cars.

   "Oh, my god!" I squealed. Stu had just drove into oncoming traffic, holy shit.

   "Sophie, you better have your seatbelt on!" Phil yelled.

   "I do!" I quickly said, "Look, there he is!" I pointed. Chow was directly above us on his parachute, flying around in the sky.

   "Holy shit." Stu muttered as he continued following him.

   "We're gonna pack up all the gold." Phil told us, "Talk to me, what's going on over there?"

   "We got him!" I happily shouted while Stu laughed victoriously. I looked up and noticed Stu was about to rear end someone, "Stu, watch out!"

   Stu quickly stepped on the brakes causing the car to screech, "Oh, shit!" He was now swerving and dodging a bunch of cars, "Fuck!"

   "We're gonna die!" I whined, closing my eyes shut tight.

   "We're fine, we're fine!" Stu assured me. We were now away from all the cars, "Shit..." He muttered.

   "Where'd he go?!" I quickly asked, looking out the window and squinting at the sky.

   "We lost him!" Stu shouted.

   "Don't tell me that! You can't lose him!" Phil groaned on the other line.

   "This is so much harder than you realize, Phil!" Stu huffed.

   "We're fucking dodging cars and shit!" I added.

   "I'm just a dentist!" Stu randomly shouted while he continued speeding.

   "No, Stu. You're a fucking doctor." Phil sternly told him.

   "Yeah, he's right! You're a doctor! You always were!" I agreed quickly.

   "Now go get him." Phil added, "And please make sure my fiancé doesn't die." He sighed worriedly, "You too, be safe!"

   "We'll try not to!" I huffed.

   Stu made a sharp left turn. He looked around, "Where the fuck did he go?" He mumbled.

   I looked outside the window anxiously. He was nowhere to be found. I then turned over and saw him flying above the limo, "Oh, my god! He's above the limo!" And a second later Chow landed on top of the limo.

   "Ahh!" Chow groaned as he splat onto the windshield.

   "Chow!" Stu squealed.

   "We got him!" I happily said.

   "Stop the fuckin car!" Chow hissed at us on the other side of the window.

   Stu pressed on the brakes, "I- I can't!" He nervously squealed.