Kimmy Goes on a Road Trip!

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"Titus, come on!" Kimmy called to Titus from the doorway of their garden-level apartment with her purple JanSport in hand. "Jacqueline can't legally drive by herself anymore since she got arrested for blindly driving down a Durnsville sidewalk and she won't stop sending me messages with angry-looking smiley faces in them." The constant vibration of her iPhone elicited a groan out of Kimmy as she watched emoji after emoji pop up on her lock screen. She was glad she had a phone to call her own, but was still kind of bitter about the fact that she didn't have one of the Nokia 3395s all of her friends had before she got kidnapped.

"I'm coming, Kimpatient," Titus replied, rushing between his bedroom and the living room with a hard-shelled, child's Queen Elsa suitcase. "I'm making sure I can fit all my clothes and tapes in my bag. I can't go on a road trip without my bejeweled panties and Whitney." He snatched up a pile of cassette tapes from the coffee table and rushed back into his room.

"You should've packed last night like I suggested, Titus!" Kimmy exclaimed as she watched Titus shoving shirts into his small suitcase. "Plus, I don't even think we're going to be gone that long. Jacqueline is just going back home for a few childhood things."

"I hope you're right, girl. I could only fit ten shirts, three pairs of pants, and a sock in here." Titus sauntered out of his room, pulling his luggage behind him. "But I can't find my panties!"

"Your panties?" Kimmy questioned, cringing as the word rolled off her tongue. She had always hated hearing that word, but didn't realize how bad it sounded until it came from her own mouth.

"Yes, my bejeweled panties! They're my lucky panties." Titus rested a clenched fist on his hip.

"Stop saying that word!" Kimmy exclaimed, covering her ears with her palms.

"Panties?" Titus questioned.

Kimmy groaned loudly and shook her head. If she heard that disgusting word one more time, she was going to vomit.

"Where'd you put your tapes if you only had room for your clothes?" Kimmy queried, trying her best to change the subject.

"My tapes are in my pockets," he paused, motioning to the rectangular bulges on either of his thighs, "and this woman better have a damn tape player in her car." God only knew what Titus was going to do if he shoved twelve of his most valuable (and most damaged) cassette tapes in his pockets for nothing.

Kimmy slid her backpack over her shoulder and her phone into her back pocket. She didn't know whether she was more impatient or excited, but either way, she was feeling things because she was about to be in a car with her two favorite people for a very long time.

Once Titus had finally gathered his belongings, or lack thereof, he and Kimmy left their apartment and strolled down the streets of Manhattan with their bags, only eliciting weird looks from a few people. Kimmy wasn't sure if it was because of the "Arrest RWGW 2k15" sweater she was given at the merchandise tent outside of the bunker trial or if it was because a full-grown black man was dragging a toddler-sized suitcase down the sidewalk, but as far as she was concerned, they were probably just jealous.

Like any other time they had gotten far away from their building, Titus began to worry.

"Oh, Kimmy, did I lock the door?"

Kimmy shrugged, maneuvering her way between the tourists that flooded the sidewalks of Times Square. "Even if you didn't, I think that family of decapitated rats on Lillian's stoop will scare people off."

Titus sighed, beginning to panic at the thought of someone breaking in and stealing his very large collection of Barbie furniture.

"What if I left Lillian's water running when I took a bath? Oh, she's gonna kill me faster than the Olsen quadruplets killed the person that outed them."