Chapter 24
The sun rose the next morning in Alabama, and Carter had Sabrina the woman and the 101 Dalmatian puppies all loaded in the RV and headed west.
Back at the Redneck Inn Motel, a maid rolled her cleaning cart down the row of room doors.
She stopped her door at Carter’s old room. She unlocked the door and stepped inside. She rushed outside with a green face from being sick. She sucked in some fresh air and her normal face color returned. She looked back at the room and got the dry heaves from the stench of 101 puppies staying overnight in that room.
Way over in Bel-Air, Alvin was tied and gagged in the basement of Senator Cheatham’s mansion. He looked sick to his stomach while he was forced to watch the 1995 Brady Bunch movie again.
Senator’s Cheatham, Dewey and Howe watched Alvin while they sipped on their glasses of scotch.
“I don’t know if I could endure that punishment,” Senator Dewey said while he glanced at the TV.
“Me too,” Senator Howe said.
“That’s what he gets for crossing me,” Senator Cheatham replied to his two buddies.
The three Senators shivered at the sight of the Brady Bunch movie in the TV while they walked away.
They walked up the basement stairs.
It was hours later and Carter drove the RV down a two-lane country road in Mississippi.
Scarface puffed on a Cuban cigar while he raced the Hummer west down Interstate I-10 at ninety-five miles per hour in Florida. He just passed the Tallahassee area still searching for the General Lee car. He also listened to a radio station for any breaking news about the evidence of government corruption being found. He didn’t hear anything about that on that radio station and was pleased.
Later that day, Carter drove the RV to Gulfport, Mississippi where he filled up the large fuel.
He had to wait twenty minutes while the 101 Dalmatian puppies all took a potty break in the nearby field.
Since the drive to Mississippi was trouble free, Carter decided to drive to the nearest Interstate I-10 ramp and headed west down the highway.
Scarface raced the Hummer down Interstate I-10 heading west at ninety miles per hour and just crossed the Alabama state line. He listened to another radio station for any breaking news about the evidence of government corruption being found. He didn’t hear anything about that on that radio station.
An hour later, Carter drove the RV down Interstate I-10 at eighty-five miles per hour and was close to New Orleans.
Scarface puffed on a Cuban cigar while he raced the Hummer down Interstate I-10 and just crossed the Mississippi state line going ninety-five miles per hour. He also listened to another radio station for any breaking news about the evidence of government corruption being found. He didn’t hear anything about that on that radio station and was pleased.
Hours later, Carter drove the RV and pulled off an exit of Interstate I-10 near Beaumont, Texas.
At the Lonely Cowboy convenience store/gas station off the Interstate, Carter cried while he pumped more than three hundred dollars of gas into the large fuel tank of the RV.
Sabrina the dog ran around a small grassy field next to the convenience store with the 101 Dalmatian puppies to burn off some energy.
While Carter pumped gas into the RV, he didn’t notice Scarface’s Hummer while it raced down Interstate I-10 heading west.
Hours had flown by and Carter drove the RV down Interstate I-10 and just left the San Antonio area.
He passed by an exit where Scarface pulled over into another Lonely Cowboy convenience store/gas station and filled up the Hummer with fuel.
Back in the basement of Senator Cheatham’s mansion, Alvin sat with eye filled with tears while he was forced to watch the A Very Brady Sequel movie. “Please quit punishing me!” Alvin muttered from behind the Duct tape that sealed his mouth shut.
In the upstairs den, Senator’s Dewey and Howe drank scotch while they watched Senator Cheatham throw a temper tantrum over Scarface not answering his calls.
Later that day, Carter drove the RV deep into New Mexico on Interstate I-10 going eighty miles per hour.
Sabrina the dog and about twenty Dalmatians had their heads out the windows loving the wind in their faces while slobber rained out of their mouths.
Inside the Hummer, Scarface puffed on a Cuban cigar while he raced down the left lane of Interstate I-10.
He saw Carter’s RV up ahead in the right lane and didn’t think anything of it. He also listened to another radio station for any breaking news about the evidence of government corruption being found. He didn’t hear anything about that on that radio station.
While the Hummer passed by the RV going ninety-five miles per hour, it was a downpour of dog slobber that pelted his windshield. He had limited visibility from his windshield so he put on the wipers.
The wipers smeared the dog slobber giving him zero visibility.
The Hummer swerved all over the left hand lane while Scarface rolled down his window and stuck his head outside.
Carter drove the RV down the highway without a clue of the Hummer that was swerving into the right hand lane behind the RV.
Other cars swerved across the lanes to avoid smacking into the Hummer.
Scarface was able to safety pull the Hummer off to the shoulder of the road.
He jumped out of the Hummer and looked furious at the RV that drove down the highway.
He walked around the back hatch and opened it up. He reached inside and grabbed a towel.
He walked around and wiped off most of the dog slobber with the towel giving him better visibility.
After he put the towel back in the rear of the Hummer, Scarface got back inside and drove off down the highway.
Twenty minutes later down Interstate I-10, Scarface puffed on a Cuban cigar while he raced the Hummer down the left lane at ninety miles per hour. The driver’s side of the windshield was still smeared with dog slobber but the visibility was acceptable from the driver’s side.
While he raced the Hummer down the highway, Scarface didn’t notice that the RV was pulled over to the shoulder and Sabrina the dog and all the 101 Dalmatians were taking a dump in the desert. He also listened to another radio station for any breaking news about the evidence of government corruption being found. He didn’t hear anything about that on that radio station.
It was later that night, and Carter drove the RV off an exit from Interstate I-10 in Deming New Mexico.
He pulled into the RV into the Tumbleweed Motel and parked behind the building.
He got a room for the night.
Meanwhile, Scarface drove the Hummer off that same exit from Interstate I-10 with his windshield still smeared with dog slobber.
He pulled his Hummer into a Cactus Motel across the street from the Tumbleweed Motel.
He got a room for the night.
It was later that evening and purple and orange colors painted the sky while the sun dropped to the west.
In the desert near the Tumbleweed Motel, Sabrina the dog ran around with the 101 Dalmatian puppies for a bathroom break and to burn off some energy.
Carter watched while the dogs had a blast chasing each other around the desert.
Across the street, Scarface was out by his Hummer. He had a wet rag and glass cleaner and puffed on a Cuban cigar. He wiped and cleaned off all the dog slobber from his windshield.
He glanced across the street and saw the Dalmatians playing with the Sheep dog in the desert. He didn’t think anything of those dogs while he continued to clean his windshield.
Later that night, Carter slept in bed with Sabrina the woman while all the sleeping 101 Dalmatian puppies covered the floor like a black and white spotted carpet.
Sabrina the woman cuddled with Carter and glanced at the carpet of sleeping Dalmatians. She rubbed her hand on Carter’s chest while she longed for the day when she’s married and popping out some offspring’s.
Carter glanced at the carpet of sleeping Dalmatian puppies and all he could think about was stepping in pile after pile of dog poop on the way to the bathroom in the middle of the night.