The four ponies ran out of the building, and towards their cars when this happened.
Bob: *Stops, and looks at the others* Wait!!
Ponies: *Stop*
Bob: Don't Ты think we oughta be sensible about this? I mean if we keep running, или driving really fast like a bunch of morons, the cops will arrest us. Then none of us will get that promotion.
Pierce: He's right, we got five days to get there, so let's take it easy.
They each got into their cars that were parked Далее to each other
Pierce: *Drives out of the parking lot*
They were all following the speed limit, and being sensible like Bob wanted them to.
Pierce: Full tank, new tires that I installed yesterday, and a long way to Seattle. I will make it first.
Tom: With traffic in Los Angeles, it may take us a while to get out of here.
Bob: Patience. That's all we need. Patience.
Karl: I have to stop, and see my wife. I can't drive this car all of the way out there. I need something newer.
Pierce: *Stops at a traffic light* It shouldn't stay red for long.
Tom: *Angry* Don't stay red for long!
Bob: *Stops*
Karl: *Stops*
The light was still red.
Tom: I've had it! *Floors it, and passes Pierce on the right*
Bob: *Moves up, getting closer to the back of Pierce's car* So much for being sensible.
Karl: *Slowly moving up*
Pierce: *Sees the light change green, and goes forward*
Tom: *Turns left at an intersection* I'm gonna make it out of here before anyone else does!
Karl: *Stops at his house, getting out of the car* Leslie? *Goes inside the house* Leslie?
Leslie: In the bathroom.
Karl: Come with me once Ты finish. I need Ты to drive, and I'll explain on the way. *Goes toward a table, grabbing extra money*
Pierce: *Driving in front of Bob. Both are going 40 miles an hour, following the speed limit*
Tom: *Comes from an intersection in front of them, turning right, staying ahead of them*
Pierce: Out of all the northbound exits in Los Angeles, and Ты have to get in ours.
Leslie: *Driving the car with Kyle* Where are we heading?
Karl: Get me to a car rental place just north of here. I gotta make it to Seattle before the others.
Leslie: Why can't Ты use this car?
Karl: I just сказал(-а) it's not new enough. I at least need something from 1956.
Meanwhile on a highway towards the city limits of Los Angeles
Tom: *Going over 80 miles an hour*
Police Pony: *Driving a police car, chasing Tom*
Tom: *Swerves right, and then left*
Ponies: *Accidentally crash their cars into each other*
Police Pony: *Stops inches away from the crash*
Tom: *Leaves Los Angeles, laughing* That'll slow down the others for sure.
2 B Continued
Bob: *Stops, and looks at the others* Wait!!
Ponies: *Stop*
Bob: Don't Ты think we oughta be sensible about this? I mean if we keep running, или driving really fast like a bunch of morons, the cops will arrest us. Then none of us will get that promotion.
Pierce: He's right, we got five days to get there, so let's take it easy.
They each got into their cars that were parked Далее to each other
Pierce's car
Tom's car
Bob's car
Karl's car
Pierce: *Drives out of the parking lot*
They were all following the speed limit, and being sensible like Bob wanted them to.
Pierce: Full tank, new tires that I installed yesterday, and a long way to Seattle. I will make it first.
Tom: With traffic in Los Angeles, it may take us a while to get out of here.
Bob: Patience. That's all we need. Patience.
Karl: I have to stop, and see my wife. I can't drive this car all of the way out there. I need something newer.
Pierce: *Stops at a traffic light* It shouldn't stay red for long.
Tom: *Angry* Don't stay red for long!
Bob: *Stops*
Karl: *Stops*
The light was still red.
Tom: I've had it! *Floors it, and passes Pierce on the right*
Bob: *Moves up, getting closer to the back of Pierce's car* So much for being sensible.
Karl: *Slowly moving up*
Pierce: *Sees the light change green, and goes forward*
Tom: *Turns left at an intersection* I'm gonna make it out of here before anyone else does!
Karl: *Stops at his house, getting out of the car* Leslie? *Goes inside the house* Leslie?
Leslie: In the bathroom.
Karl: Come with me once Ты finish. I need Ты to drive, and I'll explain on the way. *Goes toward a table, grabbing extra money*
Pierce: *Driving in front of Bob. Both are going 40 miles an hour, following the speed limit*
Tom: *Comes from an intersection in front of them, turning right, staying ahead of them*
Pierce: Out of all the northbound exits in Los Angeles, and Ты have to get in ours.
Leslie: *Driving the car with Kyle* Where are we heading?
Karl: Get me to a car rental place just north of here. I gotta make it to Seattle before the others.
Leslie: Why can't Ты use this car?
Karl: I just сказал(-а) it's not new enough. I at least need something from 1956.
Meanwhile on a highway towards the city limits of Los Angeles
Tom: *Going over 80 miles an hour*
Police Pony: *Driving a police car, chasing Tom*
Tom: *Swerves right, and then left*
Ponies: *Accidentally crash their cars into each other*
Police Pony: *Stops inches away from the crash*
Tom: *Leaves Los Angeles, laughing* That'll slow down the others for sure.
2 B Continued
