MYRON: Well Eugene, we're on our way to California.
EUGENE: Yeah, isn't it great? We get to see the whole country and then meet up with the old gang again! This is going to be our best vacation ever!
EUGENE: And I didn't notice this before, but the old Cadillac is running so smooth. I can hardly hear the engine.
Suddenly, the landscape which consists of wide open fields, begins dashing by the car windows at great speed, while the soaring airplane can still be seen flying high above. This abrupt accelerated pace appears to have brought Eugene to become very worried.
EUGENE: Hey Myron. I know there's no traffic on these back roads, but don't you think you're going a little too fast? You're not trying to race that 757, are you?
MYRON: No, of course not.
EUGENE: Then why are you driving so fast?!
MYRON: I can't help it.
EUGENE: You can't help it?! What do you mean you can't help it?! This isn't funny, Myron! Slow down, you're moving too fast!
Coincidentally, the car radio is now playing a Simon and Garfunkel oldies tune, 'Feeling Groovy'.
SIMON AND GARFUNKEL: ...slow down, your moving too fast. You got to make the morning last...
MYRON: But, Eugene, I uh...um...well you see, uh...
EUGENE: What is it?! Spit it out!
MYRON: ; The car isn't totally under my control.
EUGENE: The car isn't totally under your control?! The car isn't totally under you control?! What's that supposed to mean?!
MYRON: Well, I have some control over the car. But not total control.
MYRON: Okay, Eugene. Are you ready for a big surprise?
EUGENE: I'm not sure! But go ahead! Tell me anyway!
MYRON: Okay. We're going to cruise across this big, beautiful country of ours, not in six long days. But instead, we're going to arrive in our wonderful hometown of San Francisco, in just six short hours!
EUGENE: Did you say, six hours?! By car?! Myron, how in the world are you going to do that?!
Myron bestows a few loving slaps on the car's dashboard, and continues.
MYRON: Well Eugene. This strong, graceful model of proud, good old-fashioned American engineering, is tied to that airplane right above us.
The view from outside the Cadillac shows Myron attempting to calm Eugene, while Eugene continues his desperate blood curling scream. Expanding the focus to show a complete over view of the entire situation, reveals Myron's Cadillac barreling at break neck speed, through the vast, broad countryside, with an extensive cable stemming from the car's front grille, and leading high up into the sky, to the lower tail section of the soaring 757.
EUGENE: Myron, please, please tell me this isn't really happening! I know you've done crazy things in the past, but this can't be happening! Please tell me I'm having a bad dream, or something! Tell me anythng but that this car is tied to that 757, soaring thirty five thousand feet above us!
MYRON: Relax, Eugene. We're going to be fine. I'll be driving the car through desolate, wide open areas. And besides, I've equipped this baby with thermal sensors and a guidance device, to prevent us from hitting people and most other objects.
EUGENE: Most objects! Just most objects! Myron, that's not good enough!
MYRON: Don't worry. That's why I also designed that super large bug shield to reinforce the front of the car. It'll protect us from anything that I'm unable to steer out of the way from. And this video camera will record a spectacular movie of our journey. The San Francisco Annual Film Festival takes place in two days. We're going to enter this film in the contest, so that we can win the big cash prize.
The car radio is now playing rock group R.E.M.'s hit song 'It's The
End OF THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT, AND I FEEL FINE'.
R.E.M.:...it's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine...