Dylan, and his vrienden left San Francisco, and were now travelling south in the Pacific Ocean. They were heading for Los Angeles.
Perfection: So how long will it take us to reach Los Angeles?
Dylan: Less than 3 hours.
G.O.O.H: If things go our way.
Dylan: Why wouldn't they?
G.O.O.H: Those police boats that one of your vrienden told us about.
Dylan: Hey, don't worry about them. I got a radar that shows me the location of every police boot as far as five miles. If they toon up on my radar, then we just slow down to 70, follow the speed limit, and they'll leave us alone.
William: What if they don't?
Dylan: Then we make a break for it.
Song: link
One of the police boats in the Pacific Ocean Police Department, was named Unit 1. He just stopped three fishing boats.
Unit 1: link
Stop the song
Unit 1: Do u have any idea why I stopped u guys?
Fishing boot 1: No officer.
Fishing boot 2: We don't.
Unit 1: None of u have a license to go fishing. I'm gonna have to give u a ticket for that.
Fishing boot 3: What's the fine?
Unit 1: *Printing out the tickets from his right side* Fifty dollars. *Gives the fishing boats their tickets* Now I'm gonna let u keep those fish, but volgende time, you're gonna have to put them back into the water.
Fishing boot 2: Thanks for that.
Unit 1: You're welcome. *Leaves the fishing boats*
The fishing boats started to head north.
Fishing boot 2: Can u believe that guy?
Fishing boot 3: Since when did u need a license to go fishing?
Fishing boot 1: *Sees Dylan, and his friends* hallo u guys.
Dylan: *Stops with the others* Yes?
Fishing boot 1: You're speed boats, right?
Dylan: Right.
Fishing boot 1: Well u try to keep yourself, and your vrienden under the limit, okay? There's a police boot that just gave us a ticket.
William: What did u do?
Fishing boot 2: We went fishing without a license.
Fishing boot 3: It's stupid if u ask us. We shouldn't need a license for fishing.
Dylan: Look, thanks for the warning, but we need to get going. *Leaves with his friends* We're going to Los Angeles.
Fishing boot 3: Have fun.
Jackson: Do u see anything on your radar?
Dylan: Those fishing boats weren't lying. It says there's a police boot half a mile in front of us.
Unit 1: *Turns right*
Dylan: He's going right, take it slow. We don't want him to hear us.
As Unit 1 was heading away from the speed boats, they continued on south, for Los Angeles.
2 B Continued
Perfection: So how long will it take us to reach Los Angeles?
Dylan: Less than 3 hours.
G.O.O.H: If things go our way.
Dylan: Why wouldn't they?
G.O.O.H: Those police boats that one of your vrienden told us about.
Dylan: Hey, don't worry about them. I got a radar that shows me the location of every police boot as far as five miles. If they toon up on my radar, then we just slow down to 70, follow the speed limit, and they'll leave us alone.
William: What if they don't?
Dylan: Then we make a break for it.
Song: link
One of the police boats in the Pacific Ocean Police Department, was named Unit 1. He just stopped three fishing boats.
Unit 1: link
Stop the song
Unit 1: Do u have any idea why I stopped u guys?
Fishing boot 1: No officer.
Fishing boot 2: We don't.
Unit 1: None of u have a license to go fishing. I'm gonna have to give u a ticket for that.
Fishing boot 3: What's the fine?
Unit 1: *Printing out the tickets from his right side* Fifty dollars. *Gives the fishing boats their tickets* Now I'm gonna let u keep those fish, but volgende time, you're gonna have to put them back into the water.
Fishing boot 2: Thanks for that.
Unit 1: You're welcome. *Leaves the fishing boats*
The fishing boats started to head north.
Fishing boot 2: Can u believe that guy?
Fishing boot 3: Since when did u need a license to go fishing?
Fishing boot 1: *Sees Dylan, and his friends* hallo u guys.
Dylan: *Stops with the others* Yes?
Fishing boot 1: You're speed boats, right?
Dylan: Right.
Fishing boot 1: Well u try to keep yourself, and your vrienden under the limit, okay? There's a police boot that just gave us a ticket.
William: What did u do?
Fishing boot 2: We went fishing without a license.
Fishing boot 3: It's stupid if u ask us. We shouldn't need a license for fishing.
Dylan: Look, thanks for the warning, but we need to get going. *Leaves with his friends* We're going to Los Angeles.
Fishing boot 3: Have fun.
Jackson: Do u see anything on your radar?
Dylan: Those fishing boats weren't lying. It says there's a police boot half a mile in front of us.
Unit 1: *Turns right*
Dylan: He's going right, take it slow. We don't want him to hear us.
As Unit 1 was heading away from the speed boats, they continued on south, for Los Angeles.
2 B Continued
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