“Geez, you must really like your chips, Adam!” Timothy muttered under his breath. Adam spun around and glared at him.
“It’s not really about the chips, it’s about how completely stupid you can be! That hippy was completely unreliable, I was saving those chips because I knew he wouldn’t bring us to the city! The way he was going on about the road ‘calling him’! Give me a break! And then you had to go and give away our last bit of food!”
“But... what if we’re really close to the city... what if it’s right over that hill?” Timothy pointed at a hill blocking the horizon.
“It isn’t Timothy! Nothing’s there and we’re going to starve!”
“Well, I’m going to check just in case!” Timothy yelled as he ran towards the hill and stared down into the valley below.
Adam stood still, fuming over the stupidity of Timothy. It’s hopeless... there’s no way the-
“Adam! It’s there! There’s a city right over the hill!” Timothy shouted and ran towards him. “Come on! Lets go!”
Adam followed him over the hill, to shocked to say a thing.
“See? It looks kinda big too! There’s gotta be somebody here that will help us!” Timothy exclaimed.
Adam reached the top of the hill, then smiled.
“Timothy, there is most definitely somebody there. This is Los Angeles!”
“Really? Cool! There’ll be phones there and stuff so we can call for a ride back home!”
“Yes, and even better, there’s a branch of the main RobotsRule! building located downtown!”
“Great! So maybe we can fly back home or something!”
“Timothy, RobotsRule! isn’t an airport...”
“I know, but maybe you can get some money from there or something so we can... TRAVEL IN STYLE!” Timothy exclaimed and ran down the hill towards the city.
Adam laughed and followed him down.

Harold wandered around the streets of L.A. He was trying to take as long as possible before he started to track down Timothy again. He headed to a store by the edge of the city, that one had good deals on cigs. He made it to the parking lot of the store when he bumped into two little boys.
“‘Ey! Watch were yeer goin’!” He screached at them and staggered into the convenience store.

“Woa! I think that was Harold!” Timothy exclaimed as he watched the bum enter the store.
“Who?” Adam asked, holding onto not one, but two new bags of chips. “And here’s your bag. Do with it what you please.”
“Oh, thanks! And Harold’s a bum that tried to capture me and bring me back to this crazy Amish guy that I used to live with...”
“You lived with an Amish guy?”
“Yea, years ago!” Timothy ripped open his bag and shoved a handful of chips into his mouth.
“I bet you ran away...”
“Yep!”
“And you don’t want to go back?”
“No! Not at all!”
“Then I suggest we run. He sees you.”
Timothy paled, then took off towards the city. Adam sighed, then followed him.