The Guy From The Mall, chapter 39

It seems like such a long way home. Mike pulls up outside Maccy D's, and you all get something to eat.
"Whaddya want kids?" Mike beams, "Mines a Big Mac, large size...Oooh! And one of those apple pies!"
"Hey, how come Mike gets and apple pie?" whines Tre.
"Do you want one?"
"Not really...I would like a hot fudge sundae though!"
"Yeah, me too!" you shout.
"Yeah, and one for the crippled too!"

You all enjoy your meal on a grassy verge about half a mile away.
"Mmmm... fudgey-ness!" Billie grins as he slurps up some fudge that's running down his chin. "I haven't had these in ages. Hospital food sucks."
"Why did I get the apple pie? I want a fudge sundae!" And with that, Mike hops in the car and is back ten minutes later with a hot fudge sundae.
"Had to que."

You and Billie fall asleep on the back seat of the car on the way home. Tre falls asleep in the front, but keeps making funny noises.
"Arf! Weeeeee!" Is repeated from the front seat several times. At least until Mike elbows him and he wakes up.
"What was that for? I was sleeping." Tre sulks.
"I was getting sick of you muttering 'Arf! Weeee!'. It's annoying."
"Yeah, well so is your face." Tre sticks his tongue out.
"Suits you." Is all Mike says to Tre for the rest of the journey.

"Billie. Brodi? WAKEY WAKEY!"
"Meh, Tre, shut up, I'm comfy here."
"Fine be that way." And so Tre leaves you and brodi asleep on the back seat of the car.