Rodney now makes an impatient revving noise.
"Whoopsy," Twisty comments, "We’d better get this mobile over to my Uncle’s or," she looks over at Weener and me, "With these Barney Bums, I’ll be the one who will be doing the walking."
Ernie figures, "Your Uncle lives in the seventeenth Grange; That’ll be two crosstroads down, turn left and it will be about four or five farms down the Seventeenth Grange Road, second one on the south side."
"Sounds like a plan," Twisty smiles.
"Can’t miss it, got those signs in his corn feilds on both sides of the road," Ernie gives direction.
"Thanks a bunch," Twisty tells him as she puts Rodney into gear to let the Rodney-mobile clunk its way on down the road.
Ernie watches as the Rodney-Mobile departs, "And now I’d better get back to work before Judge Patrick finds out."
Ernie holds the yardstick down to the berm to restart his count, "Seeventeen hundred fifty, uh, five, um three; Seventeen hundred forty-two, um sevety-five," there is a pause,then, "Ohhhh, Mannnn."
Ernie picks up the yardstick, goes to the stop sign at the intersection that he had been measuring to, and starts back in the other direction, "One, Two…"