Trying to imagine the quiet, sedate, relaxing trip that Howie, Ken, Cheri and Binx are taking to Mexico.. PLEASE..... Feel FREE to share what you've heard also. So far apparently last night went like this:
Well..... there was a problem. Ken had bet Howie he could get to the restaurant faster. Binx and JD had told the boys "none of that chit on vacation!" The boys conveniently couldn't hear them.
So they got outside the hotel and, unfortunately for the local children, the only thing on the street were two tricycles. Ken looks at Howie, Howie looks at Ken; and it's on. There they go, bald and bibs pedaling for all they're worth down a Mexican sidewalk. Pinatas knocked one way, taco stands destroyed another and a squad a Federales in chase behind them yelling "stop you stupid drunken gringos." The cops weren't really annoyed yet, until the guy in the leather bibs yelled back "I ain't even really started drinking yet you slow pokes."
Back at the top of the hill Binx looks at Cheri and Cheri looks at Binx and, almost in unison, they both shrug their shoulders and say "Spa?" And off they go washing their hands of the whole mess.
At the bottom of the hill (yes, of course there is a hill) is where it started getting weird. One tricycle went out of control and destroyed a tshirt shop somehow managing to completely the remove the thirt worn by the proprietess in the process. The other tricycle keeps going on downhill toward the beach as touristers and locals marvel at a scruffy creature with a beer in his hand wearing leather bibs going "Weeeeeeeeeeeeee!" and pedaling like a madman.
The cops gathered up Howie at the site of the tshirt shop devestation and now naked senorita but are concerned about potential diplomatic status because his own tshirt reads:
Don't F with Mr. Zero!
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Down at the beach there's a crowd gathered thinking a new boardwalk attraction has suddenly opened. Parents were placing their small happily coo-ing children on the heels of the new "rocking boot ride." Seems Ken did a sand induced end-o, went over the bars and was buried head first in the beach. Only thing showing was his bare leg exposed leather cut off beach bibs with his boots sticking out the end. He thought it tickled when parents kept dropping peso coins down his pant legs for the kiddie rides.