Starting the trip...
Hailey: *runs out to car and hops over door, with a pickle in her mouth*
Ty: Why the fawk do you have a pickle?
Hailey: Because it's good. Anyway, how the hell do I get to Burbank?
Ty: How the fawk should I know.
Hailey: OMFG, woman. Atlas.
Ty: What the fawk is a fawking atlas? Use the GPS. *points at computer*
Hailey: ...MapQuest will really tell me how to get to Burbank.
On the highway...
Hailey: *sings loudly* I'm on the hiiiiiiiiiiighway to hell!
Ty: *shwack* Shut the hell up.
Hailey: TT~TT; Bleh. *swerves, hitting a traffic cone*
Ty: D8 A cone. *cringes*
Hailey: >.> No irrational fear of cones, eh?
Ty: SHUT UP!!!
Ty: Betch ass.
Arriving in Burbank...
Hailey: WHERE THE FUCK IS THE FUCKING POLICE DEPARTMENT? *is grumpy*
Ty: Oh chillax your fucking bucket of Koolaid, betch. *slaps* It's right there. *points*
Hailey: *smirks* Fuck. *pulls into the parking lot of the police department*
Ty: Bloody hell...what ar