Lady Gaga's tour bus was now heading back to Trenton.
“I hope Maria and everyone are boqay,” Logan said to Conrad nervously.
“Don't worry, everything will be marvelous, hon,” Miss Nana said.
“Um, boqay...,” Logan said, edging away.
“If anything went wrong, she would have called us or texted us or sent us an e-mail or a fax or a signal fire,” Conrad said.
Outside of the window, a strange airborne figure appeared on the horizon.
Miss Nana sprinted over to the window to inspect it.
“It's a winged moose!” she cried.
Gaga shoved her out of the way.
“It's... an airplane. A really small one,” she announced.
Conrad and Logan looked at each other.
“Maria,” the said together.
“IT'S COMIN' TOWARD US!” Gaga screamed, leaping away from the window.
“What is your PROBLEM?!” Logan asked.
Maria flew up to the tour bus in her tiny plane thing, politely knocking on the window.
Logan answered it.
“Oh hay,” he said.
“Ready to save the world?” Maria asked.
“Oh yes,” Conrad replied.
“You know we were going to drive past your house in around 2 minutes?” Logan asked.
“Get in!” Maria cried.
Logan and Conrad were silent as the bus zoomed by at 50 mph.
“How?” Conrad finally asked.
“Man I should have thought this out more,” Maria muttered.
“I would have helped you,” Miss Nana offered in a friendly manner.
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