As the catapault nears, you see the Greeks load a ball of flame they intend to launch at you.
You look down at the speedometer: 35 mph.
"C'mon, van!" you shout.
The pedal is to the floor, but the damn van just has no pick-up.
You are almost upon the catapault.
37 mph...
You use both feet to pound the gas pedal. It breaks off, and goes right through the floor of the van.
Finally the van accelerates with a kick.
The Greeks launch their fireball.
<<FWOOSH!>>
You see the speedometer at 42 mph and close your eyes, griping the steering wheel, with your feet through the floor.
<<SMASH!>>
The fireball smashes into the ground right where your van should be. The Greeks jump up and down in celebration, but then realize that your van has mysteriously disappeared.
You hear a loud crash noise, and assume you are about to die. But after a couple more seconds, you are still alive, so you open your eyes -- just in time to avoid an on-coming vehicle.
But it's no catapault.
You are barely able to steer the van around a car you recognize as Lucia's old white Mitsubishi.
You hit the brakes, spin out, and look around. The Greeks have disappeared!
Driving back to the house, you don't see Merv's body where he had just recently fallen slain.
You park the van behind Lucia's car.
"Hey, Brad," says your sister Lucia. "You almost crash into me with your van!"
"Sorry, about
that," you say. And quietly you add, "Thought you were somebody else."
You notice Lucia's
hair looks different.
"Hey, so, you changed your hair..."
"Um, not really," she says looking at you strangely. "Hey, is Joyce here?"
Joyce?
"What brings her up?" you ask.
"Well, I just
thought she might be here with you. I wanted to ask her about maybe
doing a Christmas performance with me this year."
You look at
her strangely.
"Nope, she's not here. I can give you her address if you wanna write her or something."
"Oh, really? Where is she?" asks Lucia.
"In Seattle, last I heard."
"Really? I didn't know she was going to Seattle. Wow."
Just then BOOG comes out of the house. But -- but where's his famous signature gigantic handlebar mustache he's donned for years?
"Hey, Brad, Joyce is looking for you," he says to you.
"BOOG," you say. "You shaved?!"
"Uh, yeah. Well, yesterday. Why?"
"Well... no reason. What'd you say about Joyce?"
"She's in the kitchen making a bean sprout casserole. She asked me if I knew where you went off to."
Joyce? In the kitchen?
Suddenly a look of madness comes over you.
"Wait a second..." you say frantically. "What year is this?!"
As Lucia and BOOG laugh at you, Joyce comes out the front door.
"Hey, there you are."
Stay in the past. Relive your experiences, and try to fix the mistakes you made.