“Thanks for bringing us to this cool car show, Loderse,” said NotMiceElf as he, Loderse, CrestHawk, SmoothCriminal, Jandalee, and CrashCarson exited the showroom.
“No problem! After all that Tiki and Soccer madness I figured we all needed a break,” Loderse replied. “But where did Moiraine, Inari, and squib go? They were just here a minute ago.”
“I believe they wandered off to find some lunch,” CrashCarson mused.
“Yeah I saw them go that way,” Jandalee said as she pointed towards some food vendors.
“All these classic cars remind me of this new diner I heard about a few days ago,” SmoothCriminal said nonchalantly. “It’s back near the office overlooking the Pacific Ocean. CrestHawk and I are going to road-trip it up there to check it out next weekend.”
“Oh yeah!” CrestHawk added. “It’s got awesome ocean views, extreme waves, and a rockin’ 50’s retro theme with classic cars parked right outside.”
“Sounds neat!” Jandalee said excitedly. “Can I come with you guys?”
SmoothCriminal and CrestHawk exchanged a sideways glance and snickered. “Well,” CrestHawk started, “No offense, Jandalee, but that place just isn’t for – well – people like you.”
Jandalee was quite offended. “What do you mean ‘people like me’???”
“Uh, Geeks!” exclaimed SmoothCriminal as he and CrestHawk burst into uncontrollable laughter.
“Yeah,” CrestHawk said, catching his breath. “It’s for awesomely cool Jocks like us! And Inari is coming with us. She’s our cheerleader. You can’t have Jocks without a cheerleader!”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Wait a minute guys,” Loderse said stopping everyone in their tracks. “If anyone is going to have some cool new turf, it should be me, NotMiceElf, and Moiraine. We are soooo much cooler than you guys even think you are! We’re going to hop in my hotrod and beat you to that diner and make it ours!”
“That beat up old thing?” CrashCarson scoffed. “Your car wouldn’t make it out of the driveway!”
“Ha! That’s what you think,” NotMiceElf said proudly. “We just finished tricking out her little roadster. That thing’s like Greased Lightning now!”
CrashCarson rolled his eyes. “Greased Lightning for the Greasers. How cliché!”
“So you think you Greasers can beat us Jocks to the diner? It is so ON! We’re going to wipe the highway with you guys in my ’57 Chevy!” CrestHawk teased.
“Not if we wipe the highway with you guys first!” Jandalee said, stepping up next to CrashCarson. “We’ll get squib on our team and beat you there in my little Plymouth! Isn’t that right CrashCarson?”
“You better believe it, sister!” CrashCarson said, laughing.
“You want it? You got it! Bring it on!” NotMiceElf said jumping up to the challenge.
“Yeah!” Loderse agreed. “And the first team up there gets to choose the color that goes inside the diner to mark it as their turf! The Jocks get
blue, Greasers get
red, and you Geeks can have
green.”
“That’s it!” CrestHawk said with a big grin. “You are going DOWN!”
With that, the Habbo Hotel staff members ran to find the rest of their team members and hop in their cars in hopes of being the first team to make it to the West Coast.
Let the race begin!
