The town that the family reached now was practically the complete opposite of Bridgeport.
Still completely naked, all of them hopped out of the truck. All of them had varied reactions to being nude in broad daylight.
“When can we put our pants back on?” Shark asked Harwood while he and Marc hid behind Sinbad.
Harwood just put his hands up and shrugged. “Whenever you like! But I’m keeping myself unencumbered by clothing.”
Then he looked down at Sagebear, smiling. “Great minds think alike, right little one?”
As he bent down to pet her, the others quickly clambered to grab their bags of clothing. They had only been in town for a few minutes, but people were already watching.
“Oh, boy,” Dennis said as he grabbed a pair of pants, “I get the feeling these people aren’t the type we should piss off. Now where’s the place we go to for looking for a place to stay while we’re here…?”
When he and Blaise were dressed, both of them left to find whoever was in charge of living quarters.
Scoffing from what she was seeing outside, Catarina turned back and poured herself another glass of bourbon.
“Oh, wonderful,” she quipped sarcastically while swirling her drink in its glass, “We’ve received yet another shipment of low-grade hillbilly scum. I tell you, Renauld, they’re taking over this beautiful city!”
Her husband merely sat on the nearby couch, trying to reason with her. “Now dear, isn’t that a bit harsh? We know nothing about these people-”
“Renauld! Do you not see these people? They look like charity cases!” She pointed them out to him when he joined her at the window. “One of them doesn’t even have the decency to wear underpants!”
Renauld just patted her on the shoulder. “I’m certain they mean no harm. Perhaps later on, we may pay them a visit and get to know them.”
Shrugging angrily, Catarina threw her hands up in disgust. “Very well. Perhaps we may bring a ham, or a pie, or whatever it is commoners enjoy…”
“So Denny,” Blaise said while she and Dennis were on their way to wherever they thought to go, “what was it like when ya kissed Mister Clay?”
Dennis then took on a bashful expression. “It was definitely something new, I’ll say that!” He then asked her a question of his own. “And I trust watching it was quite something?”
“Oh, ya bet!” Blaise then patted her husband on the back. “Maybe another time, the two of ya can do that again. Ya know, if yer willing?”
Now Dennis nodded. “Perhaps, if Mister Clay would be as willing also.”
Soon the both of them reached City Hall, to ask for directions. Dennis and Blaise tried not to let the snooty workers there get to them.
Reaching into one of the bags, Marc pulled out Sagebear’s leash, and then approached her with it. When she saw she was going to go for a walk, Sagebear began to dance about happily.
“All right pup, settle down,” Marc told her as he chained the leash to her collar. Then he looked up at the other three. “Sagebear and I are gonna go explore this town ourselves, we will.”
He then went off on the nearest sidewalk, with Sagebear pulling him along. When he left, Sinbad turned to Shark.
“Hey, wanna go see if this place got more fancy wedding stuff we can look at?” When Shark nodded, he then turned to Harwood. “You gonna watch the truck for us while we’re gone, old man?”
Making a big show of sighing and leaning against the truck, Harwood agreed.
“Oh, all right.” He seemed to be trying to sound disappointed, but somehow Harwood just couldn’t really make it sound genuine. If anything, he almost sounded a bit coy.
Horse-Face was still nursing his latest barrage of injuries when he was summoned. He didn’t want to endure the thick stench of menthol in The Builder’s room.
When he didn’t go right away, he heard the shouting again:
“Hey! Horse-Face!” After a few more seconds, he sighed and got to his feet. It took longer than usual given the way he was hobbling on his badly injured feet.
“Yes, Builder-” He was then caught off guard by a gunshot to his foot. With a yelp of agony, he fell to the floor and tried to stop the bleeding.
The Builder just looked at him, and shook their head in exasperation. “That was for not coming right away. Now then…”
They then stood over him, looming over him. “Keep an eye on this place! I’m gonna go buy some good explodey stuff to put in bottles. Sure, I can just conjure them up out of thin air, but where’s the fun in that?”
Not waiting for Horse-Face to answer them, The Builder then turned to open a portal. Before they stepped in, they gave some last advice to him.
“And make sure the wife doesn’t get too drastic with her kooky little party down there! Last thing I need is that chick performing yubitsume and serving ‘blueberry ladyfingers’.”
With that, The Builder turned to go, leaving Horse-Face to writhe in even more pain than before.