The car careened down Kensington Road at breakneck speed, the air laden with the remnants of curry. The Anglican archbishop's muffled shouts from the trunk broke the silence. "Whr the dffl er y' takin' meh?"
"What was that?" asked the man in the dapper suit.
"No time for questions!" shouted Boom Boom. "I didn't come all this way just to be beaten by that evil genius, Max Tunguska. Now, what's next on the list?"
"We have to stop... I'm out of coffee!" came a mewling voice from the back seat. It was the rather diminutive lass who had just come along for the ride.
"No time! There's no coffee on the list!"
"Well, the next thing on the list is a pair of the Prime Minister's underwear..."
"To Downing Street!"
There were only five items left on the list. Time was of the essence.
Suddenly, the car came screeching to a halt.
"I'll be back in a minute!"
The older woman jumped out of the car and jabbed a knitting needle into the tire of a waiting vehicle.
"Silly man... leaving the car idling on the side of the road like that!"
As the car sped off once again, the man from Cambridge lamented, "Uh... I don't think that was Max's caravan."
Road trip... when combined with a scavenger hunt, you never know what might happen.
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There's still time to stop over at Nicky and CheesyMike's place to see who else is participating in the "30 Minus 2 Days of Writing" challenge today. And while you're there, do you mind snatching up some Caerphilly cheese for me? I think it's on the scavenger hunt list.