The end

PLAN C

(Scranty's POV)

We ran. And ran. And ran. And ran. Well- the Hoff did. Me and BMJ were riding on his back. But I wish I were riding on a taxis back right now.....oh I wish-

Right! We left Yeemo at the bunker and we're on our way to he next hiding place: Our blowdarts factory in Seattle. Because if you were gonna make a drug, Seattle is the best place to do it, that place is chock full of stoners.

Within a blink of an eye- we're here. I can tell by the smell of weed. Seattle.

"Thank you Hoff," BMJ said and tipped him- then he sped off. But looking around- Seattle looks about the same. Magical flying pillows in the sky, Shreks dabbing slowly, furries everywhere, many many many drug stores, rainbow smoke, hippie music, naked people dancing on the streets, tree huggers (aka eco sexuals) and flexers wearing supreme T-shirts rapping about their money. Ah- how I love this place.

We began our way walking to our factory. But I couldn't help but get the idea that we were being watched. Sooner or later, a shrek walked up to us and took a picture of us and posted it on his Instagram. Weird. So we put on our dope shades and walked on. But did I mention it was raining? That's a given here.

Then we saw it. The forehead. The forehead that was asking us if we were the chosen ones and denied us. It floated up to us.

"You are. You are the chosen ones. You must go on a quest now. The fate of the world rests in your hands." It said and it floated away. Umm, ok.