A red Cadillac Coupe de Ville is blocking my car in. I start the Cadillac with a push button and move it out of the way. I ponder stealing it for a few moments. But I don't. I get back into my crappy car and drive away.
I ask Prince to give me his car keys. He says he will, after he finishes singing Baby Got Back in the hotel restaurant. The guests applaud politely, and Prince hands me his keys.
You are stuck in traffic. Every time it comes to a stop, I jump in and trim a little bit of your hair. One piece of hair seems to be flat and about 4 inches wide. I'm mystified.I say : MY GOD! YOUR HAIR LOOKS LIKE A MASTERCARD! You giggle and detach it.
I load my yellow bricks into the car, and drive out onto Yonge street. It is decorated for Christmas. I pass a Santa in a bikini, standing in front of an underpants store.
We want to escape across the border, so we put on balaclavas. We realize belatedly that seven people wearing balaclavas might be a bit conspicuous. So I go alone. I find our truck door wide open. A man climbs in on the passenger side and grabs the keys. I try to shout for the others, but all I can get out is a strangled AUGHGH.
