Meeting the Jokers

Part 16

The tour bus doors opened and automatically a burst of screams and overjoyed cries hit us. A constant noise of chatter and excited squeals we're in the background.

The guys stepped out first, with me behind. Cars were crammed each side of the bus, but no one in sight.

"Here we are," Q said, opening his arms wide to the horizon, "the best day of your life."

"Where are we?" I asked.

"At a theme park, of course!" Sal yelled.

"The best theme park in all of America!" Murr jumped in.

We excitedly ran to the entrance and bought our tickets; I noticed the guys were talking in a higher pitched voices from sheer excitement. I'm not talking super high pitched- just a tiny bit higher.

The guys were cautious to make sure no one had cameras around- but the place seemed to have cleared.

"Maybe they're scared of us," Joe joked, as he handed out tickets to the person behind the entrance gate.

"I hope that's not true," Sal said, looking genuinely shocked.

"Chill out!" Joe said.

Q carried their conversation out to the first set of rides, the child's ride.

"This is Murray's kind of rides," Joe said, "or is it to big for him?"

Murr twisted his neck (as he usually does on television) and debated whether to go along with the jokes. "I'll battle against you. I'll have a game against you."

"Fine," he said- then yelled, "BRING IT ON!"

They pushed past the small line of children (under the age of 7) and parents, until they were at the front.

In front of them was a small Ferris wheel- a miniature version of the London Eye. It was so small that both guys had to cram their knees to their chins to both fit into one carriage.

"Hang on," Sal stopped the fair ride attendant. He pulled out his phone and took a picture, "it's like the proud father and the little boy."

"Shut up, Sal," Murr complained.

The Ferris wheel began to lift and Murr began squealing; Joe was silent.

As they landed after the 4th spin, they hadn't finished their argument.

"So who won?" Murr asked.

"Well, me," Joe said, "because I didn't squeal like a child."

"But that wasn't the aim," he debated.

"Right," Q clapped his hands, "we're off this way." He guided me and Sal towards the larger rides.

"I'm not going on that," I protested, standing firm against the floor.

"It's tiny," Q shot back.

It wasn't.

The wide rollercoaster was where the screams were from. Grown adults were screaming. Kids were screaming.

Murr would scream.

"I agree," Murr arrived, "I'm not going on that."

"Chill out," Q said, "all it does it face you to the ground for a few seconds and then drops you; the rest of the time it's really slow."

As ironic as it was, the rollercoaster cart zoomed past us. It was not slow!

The force of the zooming cart set my hair flying around my head, and be pushed back from the force.

"That is not slow!" Murr, Sal as I said in unison.

"Come on," Q grabbed my wrist and tried to pull me towards the growing line.

"No way."

"Come on."

"No."

"Come on."

I didn't reply, but I cautiously walked towards the ride. Unsure what my fate would be.

"Come on Murr," I said in a tiny voice. "Sal?"

Sal took a deep breath and came towards me. Murr hesitated. "Fine."

After 10 Minutes (and 3 people recognising the guys) we were next in line- then we were in the cart.

"Good luck you guys." Q said, as he escaped the cart and ran from the line. Then we were off.

We were played by Q, and he didn't even go on the ride.

What a wimp.

Then we went up.

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