Or Indianapolis. Whatever you want to call it. Anyway, we are here at last. I never could convince Mickey to let me use the turbo, so I finally let him finish up the driving.
This town is like one giant big party right now. Does and Carrot Brews everywhere. Not that Harrington and Biff are noticing the does, but remember, Mickey and I are single guys. OK, that's probably enough about that!
Mickey says we need to go find a parking spot for our wheels. He doesn't want to keep driving in circles. For some reason, Biff has started repeating "Big Ben, Parliament, Big Ben, Parliament". What's up with that?