Twisty carefully surveys the passing country side.
"Twisty," I caution, "Better keep your eyes on the road."
"As slow as Rodney goes?" she asks, "It’s like riding a bike, and,"
"And?" the Weener-man asks.
"I might be lost,"
"But Twisty, it’s your uncle, famous all over for his Impromptu Barbecues," I point out, "How could you get lost."
"Usually I’m driving a normal car and have to keep my eyes on the road," Twisty counters.
"True," I concede.
The Weenerman scratches his head, "Are you people referring to Rodney? You can always take a walk," then he catches himself, "No wait a second, I’ll need somebody to push in case the Rodney-Mobile decides to take a break."
"Oh," Twisty says, "If I could only find someone to point me in the right direction.
And then we see it, parked in the berm of the road, the Township Work Bicycle. Actually it is Ernie Stubb’s bicycle with a flourescent orange flag stuck on the back.
Upon seeing the bicycle, HM Weenerman suggests, "That’s the WeenerMan Township Work Bike, that means Ernie Stubbs must be somewhere close by."