When we left our darling misfits and their rescuer, they were taking the scenic route through the Memphis ghetto. Not just your average ghetto, mind you-- apparently, it is the ghetto of the ghetto.
After rumbling through the ghetto, the gang returned to the rescuer's apartment. Soaked, sleepy, and stinky, they exit the vehicle to the rescuer's cry of, "Do you still have my key??"
The Knight-In-Sneakers-and-Shorts had left his apartment key for his sister. But, instead of his sister finding it, the cats set up an impromptu game of hockey and used the key for a puck!
And so, the soaked, sleepy, and stinky children were locked out of their rescuer's apartment.
Noose? Anyone?
After their harrowing day, the children were finally able to leave the Memphis area at 6pm, five hours later than they'd planned. Their truck was outfitted with a new fuel pump and a serpentine belt. They lived happily ever after in their slightly less soaked, sleepy, and stinky existence.
The End.
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