Super Mario Bros Plumbing Van Mga Nobela at Kwento

When that was done, I went around to the other side and did the same thing behind one of the front tires. When I finished doing what I had to do with the brake fluid, I stood up and noticed that Moose had put magnetic signs saying “Universal Garage -- Radio-dispatched Road Service,” on the sides of the van. I walked back over to the van and put the empty brake fluid bottle inside. I turned around again and saw a brown Chevy Caprice approaching us. The car braked to a stop and the driver, a slim, olive-skinned man with a pencil moustache, got out and smiled at Moose and me. He was wearing a dark-blue Italian cut suit and red and white striped tie. “Hey, Moose,” he said.

“But don’t worry, we’ll be back in an hour or so.” Carrie opens her mouth to say something else when rubber screeches in the alley, followed by the roar of a powerful engine. A black van barrels through the entrance to the parking lot, fishtailing to a stop fifteen feet away. The angle of the sun makes it impossible to see through the dusty windshield. The side doors bang open, revealing our friends Pink Bunny and Angry Fox. They’re holding machine guns. But at least they have pants on.