First things first, you
need to gas up the Lincoln, and change the oil in the other Lincoln.
Time to blow this fry stand and find yourself a good mechanic. Maybe
after he gives No-Glasses an oil fix, he can take a look at the other
Lincolns and figure out which one is programmed to thwart you.
You push the Lincolns out the door and into the car, once again giving
yourself a comfortable four-Lincoln spread. Back on the highway, it
doesn't take long for you to roll into the next exit ramp and
thankfully, there is a mechanic working in a garage adjacent to the gas
station. You pull in and tell the other two Lincolns to fill up the tank
while you get No-Glasses his oil. You just hope the mechanic knows
enough about animatronics to know what kind of oil to give your Lincoln.
A seasoned-looking
fellow in coveralls greets you as you walk by the garage door. He asks
what you need, and you explain to him, with sparing detail, that you
need to get your Lincoln refilled. The mechanic manages to stow his
blank look just as you finish your explanation, and he turns to calmly
regard No-Glasses. After more than two but less than four strokes of his
chin, he claims that he knows exactly what kind of oil you need, and
that it will only take a few minutes. Good news for a change, hot dog!
And hey, maybe those other idiots have figured out that they should
check the oil in the car before you set out on your trip.
You walk back out to the car, hoping to find the remaining Lincolns
walking around the car, doing a complete inspection. Not so, it seems.
There's no one at all around the car. Oh well, at least they managed to
get the gas nozzle in before they took off. Oh, speak of the devils.
Here they come now. Trek Lincoln seems to be in a bit of a hurry.
Perhaps Glasses Lincoln can explain why:
Hmm, he's got a few air
fresheners around his neck. You wonder what that could mean. Trek
Lincoln motions for you to get into the car, and you get the sudden
feeling that you might need to leave in a hurry, particularly because
you see that the owner of the gas station is charging after Glasses
Lincoln. You start to ask what's going on, but as soon as Glasses gets
within about seven feet of you, you are practically flattened by a
veritable wall of stench. Whatever he did in there, you don't want to
know, in part because if you open your mouth right now, you might vomit.
You cover your nose and mouth with one hand and push Glasses away with
the other as you hop in the car with Trek Lincoln. Time to get out of
here and quick. So quick that you didn't think to take the hose out of
the gas tank. Well, you should be safe as long as nobody creates a
spark. Like, say, the sparks given off by am animatronic Lincoln as he
grabs onto your rear bumper and is subsequently dragged out of the gas
station on his flat metal stomach. Yes, that gas station explosion was
one to remember. Local folks say it claimed the lives of a mechanic, the
station owner, and a group of traveling Lincoln impersonators, along
with their roadie.
