Frank's POV:
"Ok, we'll.... Just all have to go on Mikey's motorcycle."
"Um... Frankie?" Mikey rubs his arm.
"What?"
"We uh, all can't fit on my bike."
"Oh... Well I guess I'll have to go, it is my sister." I walk towards the bike.
"Woah, woah, woah." Mikey grabs my shoulder "You can't drive my bike! I just got it fixed!"
"Fine, You'll drive, I'll sit behind you."
"What am I going to do?" Ray asks. Shoot, I almost forgot he was here.
I clear my throat "You.... Can..... Watch over the house while we're gone!"
"Dude, it's abandoned."
"Well, then uh..." I sigh "Mikey can we fit three on your motorcycle?"
"No..." He looks across the street "But we can just get another bike." He fixates his eyes on a B.L.I (Better Living Industries) motorcycle across the street.
"Michael James Way! No!"
"Too late!" Ray runs over and hops onto the motorcycle. Gosh these guys have no brains.
"Okay then." I head over to the bike with Mikey and we drive away with Ray.
