The four ponies ran out of the building, and towards their cars when this happened.

Bob: *Stops, and looks at the others* Wait!!
Ponies: *Stop*
Bob: Don't tu think we oughta be sensible about this? I mean if we keep running, o driving really fast like a bunch of morons, the cops will arrest us. Then none of us will get that promotion.
Pierce: He's right, we got five days to get there, so let's take it easy.

They each got into their cars that were parked siguiente to each other





Pierce: *Drives out of the parking lot*

They were all following the speed limit, and being sensible like Bob wanted them to.

Pierce: Full tank, new tires that I installed yesterday, and a long way to Seattle. I will make it first.
Tom: With traffic in Los Angeles, it may take us a while to get out of here.
Bob: Patience. That's all we need. Patience.
Karl: I have to stop, and see my wife. I can't drive this car all of the way out there. I need something newer.
Pierce: *Stops at a traffic light* It shouldn't stay red for long.
Tom: *Angry* Don't stay red for long!
Bob: *Stops*
Karl: *Stops*

The light was still red.

Tom: I've had it! *Floors it, and passes Pierce on the right*
Bob: *Moves up, getting closer to the back of Pierce's car* So much for being sensible.
Karl: *Slowly moving up*
Pierce: *Sees the light change green, and goes forward*
Tom: *Turns left at an intersection* I'm gonna make it out of here before anyone else does!
Karl: *Stops at his house, getting out of the car* Leslie? *Goes inside the house* Leslie?
Leslie: In the bathroom.
Karl: Come with me once tu finish. I need tu to drive, and I'll explain on the way. *Goes toward a table, grabbing extra money*
Pierce: *Driving in front of Bob. Both are going 40 miles an hour, following the speed limit*
Tom: *Comes from an intersection in front of them, turning right, staying ahead of them*
Pierce: Out of all the northbound exits in Los Angeles, and tu have to get in ours.
Leslie: *Driving the car with Kyle* Where are we heading?
Karl: Get me to a car rental place just north of here. I gotta make it to Seattle before the others.
Leslie: Why can't tu use this car?
Karl: I just dicho it's not new enough. I at least need something from 1956.

Meanwhile on a highway towards the city limits of Los Angeles

Tom: *Going over 80 miles an hour*
Police Pony: *Driving a police car, chasing Tom*
Tom: *Swerves right, and then left*
Ponies: *Accidentally crash their cars into each other*
Police Pony: *Stops inches away from the crash*
Tom: *Leaves Los Angeles, laughing* That'll slow down the others for sure.

2 B Continued