Forums » General Roleplay » Summer Soiree: Taxi! (Closed)

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1. Any type of character is welcome regardless of genre. Writers of all ages and skill levels are welcome to participate.

2. Keep the language friendly for all ages and follow normal guidelines as per RPR rules for public forums regarding content. Actions and dialogue should not exceed PG-13.

3. Violence is okay but whatever happens needs to follow rule 2. If for whatever reason your character decides to get destructive, think Muppets or Looney Toons. Again, PG-13 level with nothing too graphic or gory… keep it fun.

4. This is a somewhat silly roleplay. If you are one who is going to get upset by silly interactions and looking for something serious, please find a different scenario.

5. Read this part carefully- all interactions are independent from other players- There is no “line” or waiting for someone else’s character to finish their scene. It is impossible to keep things in any kind of order without holding other people up since inevitably someone will post and not reply for days or might completely disappear, never to be heard from again (this happens every year without fail). DO NOT WAIT FOR SOMEONE to “take their turn” or stay in any kind of a posting order. Also, unless you’ve arranged ahead of time with another player, you should not join in someone else’s scene. Please start your own in this thread. If you don’t follow this, you’ll be referred back to rule #5 and asked to edit your post accordingly.

6. If you don’t understand the above, not sure how to start or have questions, please PM me. This thread is for IC interactions only. It is not a place for OOC discussion. You do not need to post anything like “Can I join?”. Just write your intro and jump in.

Scenario:

Wherever you are, you’re in need of a ride and need to summon a taxi. The circumstances and location of where your character is leaving and where your destination is are up to you.

Whether using your smart phone, wrist communicator, pay phone or hailing from the curb of a street, you manage to find a cab (it can be a traditional car, spaceship, gondola on a waterway, wagon or anything else that fits the genre or world of your character- just set it up in your intro. I’ll read your character profile, too).

A purple taxicab (a modern car by default unless another vehicle type is appropriate) pulls up in front of you. The rear door on the driver’s side of the car seems to open itself to a plush backseat matching the vehicle’s exterior. In fact, the entire interior of the vehicle is purple as well. As soon as you get in, a figure dressed in all purple sitting in the driver seat flips on the meter and asks, “Where to?”

As he turns around, you realize your driver is a puppet! Two big, oversized unblinking round eyes stare over the seat at you in a rather unsettling way. Your driver has stringy purple hair and a round red nose. He wears a big floppy cowboy hat that matches his rather dapper purple suit and bowtie. The driver stares at you until you give him your destination and pull the door shut.

Edit for clarification: Anything that may have happened in someone else's RP is not applicable to yours. At the start of your RP, the cab is in good condition with no damage. Mr. Purple himself shows no signs of damage or injury and looks as he does in his profile picture. Your RP does not continue the events of anyone else's.

This doe is not the kind to take cars or vehicles to move around, she’s very used to walk, even long distances, her lean graceful deer-like legs always got those hooves anywhere.
But here it is different, she can run fast and leap over many things, no human could ever follow her, and yet she’ll be late. Lizbeth is very late, her clumsy behavior made her loose enormous time, that deer needs a cab.
And of course to her habitual, none of those yellow cars halts for her, she’s just too ‘shy’. Until this big purple car marked “Taxi” holds next to her with screeching tires, as if it already knows that she’s in a hurry. Lizbeth doesn’t hesitate and climbs in.
Inside all comfort is to be found, very soft and fluffy seats, all in different shades of purple, even the driver, a purple puppet…
- Oh Lizbeth, where did you get yourself into this time!!

“Ehm, to… to the library, ehm, the one in te north, you know, the one with, well, that lion statue…. ”, she dares not say that she’s in a hurry, a biiig hurry

Earlier that day...

Mr. Purple let out an exaggerated yawn. Glancing at the clock, he realized he was supposed to be on duty hours ago. "Well, time to get up and get at it," he announced to no one as he was alone. He made his way into his bathroom to get ready. After running his comb through his tangled purple hair and tossing it over his shoulder, he put on his floppy hat, followed by his purple suit coat, pants and finally his tie.

A few minutes later, he went out to a purple car parked in front of a fire hydrant. Flicking the parking ticket out from under the windshield wiper, he got in the car and tried to start the engine. After several tries, he raised the hood and peered inside. A few minutes later, there were some sparks, some smoke and Mr. Purple slammed the hood closed.

He got back in and the engine reluctantly started up. The car immediately backfired in protest. Putting the car in gear, Mr. Purple gave it some gas, but the vehicle refused to budge. He hopped out again and found a pesky boot had been placed on one of the wheels. Mr. Purple pulled out a lock pick and a few minutes later, he was on the road.

Cut to a little while later...

Another driver blasted his horn and raced passed the purple cab. Someone in the car gave Mr. Purple a one-finger salute. "How nice," Mr. Purple chuckled. "You're number one, too!" Of course the angry driver couldn't hear him. It was then Mr. Purple spied the deer on the sidewalk.

"Ah, my first victim, I mean, uh, passenger," he mumbled to himself as he came to a screeching stop in front of the animal slamming on the brakes. The door opened, and the doe got in.

Mr. Purple flipped on the meter. "Where to," he asked turning to stare at the deer now in the backseat.

“Ehm, to… to the library, ehm, the one in te north, you know, the one with, well, that lion statue…. ”, she dares not say that she’s in a hurry, a biiig hurry.

"Library, huh? That's the place with all the books right," Mr. Purple inquired. "Hang on!" Mr. Purple continued to look over the driver seat without turning to look at the road ahead. Without warning, he pulled into traffic. There was a chorus of cars behind him slamming on their brakes and angry horns as the purple cab nearly slammed into another car in front of it. Fortunately, the other driver swerved out of the way.

"So, a book place seems like an odd place to meet a lion," Mr. Purple mused, still not looking at the road and staring at the deer. He was driving way too fast and swerving from lane to lane rather recklessly. "I've never met a lion before, but don't you usually find them on a farm?"

From sidewalk view it was strange seeing a doe’s face like glued to the window of that purple car as this one drove off, as if pursued and bitten by a group hornets. Her tongue leaving a lick all over as the head dives back into the back seat, remarkable acceleration….

Lizbeth tries to hold on anything her hand can reach, her eyes wide open as that car seemingly steeringless rushes into traffic, the driver not even looking. “wat..ch… ca…” she mumbles, two hands tightly gripped on that handle bar over the door, her heart like stomping against her chest in a rhythm of some synthetic techno music, 200bpm, near to sheer heart attack.
“—it’s a statue… I meet…” she slightly eeps as that lorry gets quite close, honking like a fire alarm. The car itself seems to have its own mind and and sweeps out of the way in last second. “..no lion…
Lizbeth’s heart races on, she who doesn’t like cars, is in that one driving to hell and back with a grinning driver.
“I.. I’m late for …. Whooaa.. meeting with…my friend Yassin, he…. No.no,noo ” she holds a hand in front of her, but again it passes on limit, her head bounces against the window. “Watch out, you’re too…. faaaast” some kind of panic shows in the eyes of that doe. But still all goes fine, not even a purple scratch in any other car around, astonishing driving skills.

As Mr. Purple sped away, he eventually turned to look at the road. It was a miracle he didn’t hit anyone as he zipped in and out of traffic. Angry drivers blasted their horns and flipped him off as he drove.

“—it’s a statue… I meet…” she slightly eeps as that lorry gets quite close, honking like a fire alarm. The car itself seems to have its own mind and and sweeps out of the way in last second. “..no lion…

“Oh, you don’t want to see the lion statue anymore…,” Mr. Purple replied turning back around to face the terrified deer again. “Okay, hang on!”

Without looking back at the road, Mr. Purple slammed on the brakes causing the car to spin out and do a 180 J-hook as he hopped the median and began driving in the opposite direction in which they had been traveling. A driver swerved out of their lane and hit a light pole.

“Oh wow, hope he had insurance,” Mr. Purple remarked. “I sure don’t. I don’t even have a license!” He turned back to face the road. “Hang on, we need to get out of this area, but don’t worry, it will be fine!

“I.. I’m late for …. Whooaa.. meeting with…my friend Yassin, he…. No.no,noo ” she holds a hand in front of her, but again it passes on limit, her head bounces against the window. “Watch out, you’re too…. faaaast” some kind of panic shows in the eyes of that doe. But still all goes fine, not even a purple scratch in any other car around, astonishing driving skills.

Mr. Purple cut down an alley, hitting a few trash cans. The car roared down some side streets and swerved onto another main road with tires squealing. Fortunately, no one was coming this time.

Lizbeth’s heart races on, she who doesn’t like cars, is in that one driving to hell and back with a grinning driver.

Mr. Purple began driving a bit more safely at a normal speed. “Don’t worry, I’ll find you a better statue if you don’t like lions. I know of a park with a skating banana in it. Would your friend Yassin prefer a banana?”

Chasing down the alley, hitting trash cans like some overexcited football player knocking down anything in his way to touchdown, the car takes several bumps in the road and Lizbeth finds herself upside down. Luckily that bench is made with fluffy soft cushions, which doesn’t hinder Mr Purple having the rear end of a deer to look at. Those hooves desperately seeking halt and that deer tail wagging furiously.
Lizbeth herself can see under the driver seat, which is not the most lovely sight.
The lightweight of a doe is almost like a playball bouncing at the back of that purple car, but astonishingly she doesn’t hurt herself, only her pride is a bit ruined.
Finally sitting miraculously upright again, looking awfully stupid, her vest turned upside down, nobody does know how, she hears him talk about a banana, “Wait, what banana, no, no, no, no, no, not the park, noooo, where are you going, Yassin doesn’t want bananas, he sells dates…”,her finger quickly shaking left and right.
Weren’t she in such a hurry, she’d start to laugh, she found someone sillier than her, how could that be possible.

Mr. Purple had stopped driving erratically and the purple taxi was now going much closer to the posted speed limit.

“Wait, what banana, no, no, no, no, no, not the park, noooo, where are you going, Yassin doesn’t want bananas, he sells dates…”,her finger quickly shaking left and right.

“Yes, we have no bananas today,” Mr. Purple said in a sing-songy voice. “Okay, Roger that! No skating banana or park, my dear deer! You want a date! The old noggin’ is telling me that’s a small, sweet fruit. Sounds like something we need to get at the produce section of the grocery store. Your wish is my command! Hang on!”

Once again, Mr. Purple mashed the accelerator and the car accelerated to a high rate of speed. Mr. Purple took a sharp turn onto another street. The cab fishtailed wildly with tires smoking. It was like being in a car chase without anyone pursuing them.

A moment of respite, the car’s engine doesn’t howl anymore, rather purring like a big kitty.
Phew, the bananas are forgotten, at least a good point, maybe they could get slowly and steady, easily like a horse carriage, clip clop clip clop to the library, Lizbeth is late, she’ll be late later….
What is he talking about now, nooo, not the grocery store, if they sell dates there, they surely come from Yassin.
The horses rear up and lift off as Mr Purple stomps with all he can on the accelerator.
Lizbeth can’t even hold on to the front seat and is flattened against the rear bench, slowly buried more and more into the backrest of the car.
As the car takes a sharp curve, Lizbeth plops out of the bench and has her face glued again against the window, flat like a pancake, her tongue sticking to the screen. The tires leave a white smoke behind with an abominable scent of burned rubber.
The doe feels like a baby rattle, shaken left and right….
“No Sir, you got that all wrong”, she desperately tries to grip and hold to the front seat, her words a bit inaudibly spoken, as if she were in a spinning salad bowl. “Yassin sells dates, he doesn’t need some, I want to meet him, at the library… not a store, I need him for my soirée.”
Lizbeth has her eyes wide open again, that car aimlessly searching its way through dense trafic, the speed needle trembling somewhere in a red zone… red light ahead…

The poor deer was being tossed around in the back of the car. Ahead, Mr. Purple spied a USackItUrself grocery store.

“No Sir, you got that all wrong”, she desperately tries to grip and hold to the front seat, her words a bit inaudibly spoken, as if she were in a spinning salad bowl. “Yassin sells dates, he doesn’t need some, I want to meet him, at the library… not a store, I need him for my soirée.”

“Huh,” Mr. Purple asked turning around again to look at the deer.

Lizbeth has her eyes wide open again, that car aimlessly searching its way through dense traffic, the speed needle trembling somewhere in a red zone… red light ahead…

Mr. Purple turned back around to look out the front windshield. He turned his head just in time to see that he blew through the red light as he skidded into the parking lot of the store and came to a screeching halt in front of it.

The car sat there in front of the store for a moment.

“Lady, you mean to tell me you wanted to go to the liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieberry the whole time,” Mr. Purple asked drawing out the name of the location as he turned to face her. He impatiently drummed his fingers on the back of the seat.

“Do you realize we’ve been going the wrong way the entire time?”

The doe is completely punch drunk and almost can't gather her thoughts, after having passed through a traffic red light, straight through crossway traffic and landed in front of the grocery store, the asphalt underneath the tires still hot. She looks with wide open eyes to the purple puppet and starts to nod like a bobble head dachshund.
"Yes" no more comes from her lips.
"Yes, I wanted to go to the library, and yes, we were going in the wrong direction...", she even adds in monotonous speech, her head still going up and down, "Yes, you almost blew my lights out at least three times, you wanted banana and dates, not me, and yes, Yassin waits for me at the library, not the park or the grocery store", her voice keeps being steady, not an ounce of anger in it, not even a little irritated innuendo. Lizbeth stays calm, her head still wobbling, "Yes, Yassin is my friend, he imports and sells dates and he's a camel, not a lion."

Lizbeth shakes her head, getting her mind set into alert again, but instead of yelling the most injurious names to this purple cab driver, she leans forward, takes a 100$ note out of her purse (Mr Purple was very lucky that the doe has some money, she doesn't even know what's it worth) and holds it to him, "Is this enough to get me to the library, the one in the North, with that lion statue on the parvis?"
Lizbeth gets her secret weapon out, looking with her big melting deer eyes intensely at the purple puppet, she can even start to let her underlip tremble, "Please?"

Mr. Purple began shaking violently. He looked like he was about to get really mad. He stared at the deer for an awkward moment as she asked if she had enough money and ended with "please."

Suddenly, the puppet's demeanor changed. He raised a finger and let out a hardy laugh. "Well allllllllllllllllllllrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrright," he replied enthusiastically pointing at her with the raised finger as if to say "you got it!" He ignored the question about the money being enough as he turned back around.

"The library, the one in the north, with the lion statue to meet the camel who isn't a lion who imports and sells dates," Mr. Purple summarized back. He put the cab in gear and they began driving at a safe speed. Mr. Purple waited until the light turned green before turning out of the parking lot. Mr. Purple didn't say anything else and things seemed to finally be going well and they were heading in the right direction.

They were just a few miles from the library when Lizbeth saw a sea of taillights ahead. It appeared to be a traffic jam! All of the cars were stopped for as far as she could see. Mr. Purple slowed to a stop. "Must be a wreck or construction," he mused. He pulled out 3 colored balls and began juggling them. It didn't look like the taxi would be going anywhere anytime soon.

First Lizbeth gets a bit anxious as that purple puppet starts to shake violently, not really sure about what happens, but then, then everything changed, everything went different.

Delighted with a growing smile the doe sits back on that, one must admit, comfortable rear bench, gently caressing that fluffy chair cover.
As Mr Purple resumes totally right all what’s been said, Lizbeth can’t do else than clap in her hands, palms not separated and soft quick clapping of her fingers, a soft ‘oooouh yes’ coming over her lips. Now she feels like a princess in a very expensive car, waving with the back of her hand to those walking. No more speed, no more wreckers driving, he even waits for the light to turn green, royal transportation…..

….until the traffic jam.
Oh no, ooohhh nooo…. Lizbeth slaps her forehead, her hand lingering there for a moment, index finger in the corner of one eye, thumb in the corner of the other, eyes firmly shut. Despair….
- don’t worry Lizbeth, everything will soon move, no need to get anger overwhelm you, don’t get angry…..
The little voice in her head insisted not to snap and freak out. Lizbeth sighs, for the first time in her life she slightly regrets not to have a phone.
“Do you think this will last long? I have an evening party to organize. Can’t we just go around?”
Lizbeth lets herself fall back into the seat, sighing deeply. And on top of that he starts juggling, no that can’t be, no, no, no….
- watch out Lizbeth the thin line is under tension, no anger!
(Shut up little voice…)

The taxi sat idle along with the other vehicles on the road. Mr. Purple juggled the balls for a few moments. He wasn't a very good juggler and the 3 spheres went flying in all directions. The blue one hit the steering wheel and rolled off the dashboard onto the floor. The red one bounced off his hat and bounced harmlessly off the deer's head, landing in the floor of the backset. The yellow ball bounced off the roof and into the front passenger seat.

"I guess I need some more practice," Mr. Purple chuckled. "Funny story about how I got those balls. One day, a few months back I was out minding my own business and a few balls fell from the sky. I looked and saw a floating palace. Then a laser gun fell from it a moment later with a note that said 'From Doubutt and Lisa.' No idea who they are."

Mr. Purple pulled out a laser gun and turned to show the deer. "It don't work no more," he said. "I think the batteries are dead. There is some lady named Moa or something like that in the market that can fix it, I'm told." He pointed the gun around the car making a 'pew pew' noise.

“Do you think this will last long? I have an evening party to organize. Can’t we just go around?”
Lizbeth lets herself fall back into the seat, sighing deeply. And on top of that he starts juggling, no that can’t be, no, no, no….
- watch out Lizbeth the thin line is under tension, no anger!

"Oh who knows, hours, days... weeks," Mr. Purple commented continuing to play with the gun. "You just never know with mid-city traffic." He pointed the laser gun at the vehicle in front of him and pulled the trigger. There was a zap sound and a real laser beam shot from the gun, hitting the meter on the dashboard. A shower of sparks spewed from the device followed by smoke. Mr. Purple coughed and choked and lowered the windows to let fresh air in. The smoke cloud dissipated after a few minutes. The meter was still sparking. It was destroyed, but it didn't appear to harm the rest of the car.

Mr. Purple turned to face Lizbeth. "Oops," he said nonchalantly shrugging. "Sorry about that. What were you saying? Oh! You want to go around the traffic jam so you aren't late for your shindig at the library with your camel friend!"

Today was like any other day for Yuri. Calm, relaxed and-- Ah! Nope. She was in a blazing hurry. Normally, she'd just walk to her destination, but this time, out of every other time, there had to be a large accident blocking her usual routes. She peered down at her fitness digital watch. The number indicated didn't matter. The only thing of importance was that she was late.

Today was like any other day for Yuri. Calm, relaxed and-- Ah! Nope. She was in a blazing hurry. Normally, she'd just walk to her destination, but this time, out of every other time, there had to be a large accident blocking her usual routes. She peered down at her fitness digital watch. The number indicated didn't matter. The only thing of importance was that she was late.

Her ears flickered in annoyance as her lips formed into a pout.
-Goddamnit. she internally grunted

It was only when she had turned a corner, that she stumbled across the baffling traffic jam in front of her.

"Oh great..." She muttered with a displeased eye roll.

Yet her displeasure would soon change into shock as an eruption of static boomed from the middle of the sea of vehicles.

"What the hell?" She gasped, before leaning forward on her tip toes.

There it was: The purple taxi with a sizzling hole near the dash and a plume of smoke slowly drifting out of the banged up automobile. Without a beat she took step towards the edge of the divided road. Yuri saunters over a little hesitantly towards the passenger window, leans an arm over the roof as she knocks on the glass non chalantly.

"Hey. You a taxi? Need a ride to Iron Haven gym. And, are you a puppet?" Her brows lifts curiously.

(Ignore that this got split into three messages. Typing errors. New to all of this.)

Responding to Yuri:

Mr. Purple touched the wires together from the partially disassembled steering column. There was a spark, and the engine coughed and sputtered before coming to life. “And away we go,” he proclaimed to no one since the cab was empty.

The radio began playing a Grateful Dead song. Mr. Purple began to sing along, but got the words wrong. “Driving this cab, out of cocaine…” Not only did his improvised lyrics not rhyme, but his singing was also out of tune. After a moment he switched the radio off.

“I wonder how this taxi thing works”, he mused aloud “Am I supposed to have sort of an app on my phone or are there special taxi stops like they have for buses?” Mr. Purple suddenly remembered that he didn’t have a phone. Oh well, he’d drive around until he saw someone that looked like they might need a ride.

It wasn’t long before Mr. Purple saw what appeared to be an attractive bunny girl who looked like she was in need of a ride. He pulled up to the curb.

Without a beat she took step towards the edge of the divided road. Yuri saunters over a little hesitantly towards the passenger window, leans an arm over the roof as she knocks on the glass non chalantly.

Mr. Purple lowered his window.

"Hey. You a taxi?”

“Nope, I’m a taxi driver,” Mr. Purple replied hoping to clarify the apparent confusion. “This... the big purple thing that I'm in is the taxi.” He made a sweeping gesture with his hands at the purple cab surrounding him.

“Need a ride to Iron Haven gym. And, are you a puppet?" Her brows lifts curiously.

“A ride to Iron Haven gym,” Mr. Purple repeated back. “And yeah, you're pretty sharp! I’m a puppet! Are you a rabbit?”

Mr. Purple waited for his passenger to ‘hop’ in. Some soothing instrumental music began to play from seemingly out of nowhere.

OOC: One correction, there is no damage to the taxi. Anything that happened in the other person’s roleplay (which is still in progress) doesn’t carry over here (all interactions are independent from other players)

This situation was very... purple. Yuki didn't know how else to describe it in their mind, as they hesitantly slid into the back seat of the car. Usually, they didn't mind just walking or biking wherever they needed to go, but it was a hot day and honestly, they just weren't feeling up to doing anything that required too much effort. So, they had pulled out their phone and used a handy-dandy app to summon a taxi; thank goodness for apps, because it wasn't as if they could call...
They had already written down their destination - the name and address of an aquarium in the city - and held up the slip of torn-out notebook paper for the driver to see.
...But then, they noticed that the driver was... a puppet? Uh-oh. Could puppets read? Wait. Could puppets even drive? Was this some sort of strange prank? Yuki glanced around for a camera or something, because as far as they remembered, this was still Earth that they were on and puppets didn't drive taxis on earth. Either they had ended up somewhere else without knowing it, this was a prank, they were going completely bananas... Or the world was just a little weirder than they had thought.
Yuki was frozen for a moment, just holding up that slip of paper as their eyes darted about. Their face was fairly stoic, but it did register a hint of visible confusion.

Lizbeth is in total despair, looking with ears dropped droopy to the cab driver clumsily trying to juggle with three balls. She doesn’t even react as that red ball knocks of her forehead, looking at it as this one rolls down the backseat to join all the other things underneath the seats. She doesn’t say a word, she wouldn’t do better.
Mr Purple starts to talk about those balls and a story about bouncing them of some bizarre floating castle and a weird nota left on it. Yes sure, Doubutt and Lisa, of course…
But then the laser gun appears in front of her eyes. Hell no, it’s a toy… but it looks real.

The more the purple story goes on, the more Lizbeth eyes widen, her ears perking so alert that they tremble. More and more that doe tries to get further away from that gun. Silly enough she didn’t jump out of that car the moment a blast of light destroys the meter, leaving them in an awfully smelling mist of burnt electronics.
The moment Mr Purple would turn around, he’d see a deer clamping itself into the left corner of the back seat, one hoof buried into the lower back of the driver seat, the other into the right side of the backseat. She holds herself tight against the hind column of the car’s roof, her ears against interior sky, almost tearing off that handle bar above the door, her fluffy deer tail pressed against the backseat. A shaking hand points in direction of the meter, showing a hole in it, all melted and still some sparkle coming out of it like a tiny fireworks.
Her eyes show panic, so wide open that you can see the white of her globes.
“mmurlumteesullm gun” is all that comes out of this petrified doe, Lizbeth is just a second before leaping out of that purple car, screaming away… but she’s still there… for how long?

Responding to: Lizbeth

It took a moment for the smoke to fully dissipate. The car now reeked of burning plastic. When Mr. Purple could see the dashboard again, the meter was a smoking, melted mess.

"Huh," he said, completely unphased. "I guess it wasn't completely broken after all. I wonder if Moa can fix that..."

He put the gun away and turned back to face the deer now cowering in the backseat. She was trembling and a nervous wreck. The traffic jam still hadn't budged. Mr. Purple suddenly felt really bad. He didn't seem to connect the deer's fear to the laser gun.

"Aw gee, I'm sorry. You need to get to your camel friend for your date date at the library," he told, remembering her request moments ago. "Of course we can go around. Hang on!"

Despite the damaged dashboard, the taxi was still operational. Mr. Purple pulled onto the shoulder and gave the car as much gas as he could pressing the accelerator down as far as it would go. Once again, the car took off with the tires squealing. "Yahoo! Away we go," He proclaimed.

The car barreled past the other stopped cars. Minutes later, the reason the traffic was at a stand still became obvious. There was an accident at the intersection. Two vehicles had been involved in a collision. Mr. Purple rapidly approached the scene. There were numerous firefighters, police and those involved standing around on the shoulder. The purple cab approached rapidly with no sign of the crazy puppet applying the brakes.

A tow truck driver had just lowered the back of his flatbed wrecker making a ramp. This was the type of wrecker that carried disabled vehicles on the back of it.

As the various people standing around saw the rapidly approaching taxicab, they scattered. Mr. Purple went up the makeshift ramp, smashed through the top of the tow truck's cab and the next thing Lizbeth knew, she and the car were flying! Mr. Purple let out a hardy, "Yeeeehaw!" as the purple car sailed over the accident.