Cal and I got the Spumoni Club Coach out of storage to go on an inspection tour of John's legendary 8 Paws RR.
However, Engine 38 had other ideas: try as we might it wouldn't go. No lights, no budging, no creeping, no movement of any kind. It wouldn't go.
We walked over to the stream to see if we could find someone to help out, but the only person we found was pursuing his own hobby.
We then headed down the road a piece, but the hotel gave me the creeps for some reason so we kept walking.
We were getting a little desperate and thought about contacting nearby interplanetary craft for a pickup.
Instead we decided to follow a pleasant aroma.
Followed up with some pepto, a diaper change, and a phone call home for a ride. Hopefully we'll get ol' 38 fixed up soon for a proper tour.
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