Previous Post Visionary pulled the stiff stick into gear with all his strength as the rusted old bus cluttered down Wideway towards Off-Central Park in downtown Parodiopolis. Yuki Shiro looked around at the various odd hobos sitting in the bus and turned back to her companions at the front. “Remind me why we’re doing this again?” she queried. “We’re, uh, doing it for Hatman” the possibly fake man called back from the driver’s seat. Al B. Harper removed his bubble pipe from his mouth. “I think what Yuki meant is why are we (he motioned to himself and Yuki) doing this?” “Well, uh, you’re the only ones around” the yellow trench-coated Legionnaire responded. Just then the bus bumped dramatically over a plot hole. I mean pot hole. Yes, pot hole. “Ack!” exclaimed Visionary. “Eh I spilt me beer!” yelled one of the hobos. “Eh I spilt me wine!” yelled another. “Eh I spilt me whiskey!” yelled another. “Eh I had an accident in me pants!” yelled another. “I gots no pants!” yelled another. Yuki sighed. Al B. grumbled as he wiped spilt liquid off his shirt “the next time Hatman needs a bus load of hobos rounded up he can do it himself.” “Well, it’s for a good cause Al.” the purple haired cyborg reassured the arch scientist. Al B. rolled his eyes “are we there yet?” “Uh….almost….if I can just work out how to break” Visionary’s pained reply came back from the driver’s seat. “Oh here” Yuki leant over and just wretched up the hand-break with a start. Which, while successful in stopping the bus did cause it to lurch violently. Sending hobos and Legionnaires flying. Eventually the hobos (well the not passed out drunk ones) pulled themselves together and got off the bus, as did Visionary, Yuki and Al B. Hatman and Mac Fleetwood met them all at Off Central Park. A huge banner was displayed behind them “Help a Hobo Day free picnic” it exclaimed. Various foodstuffs were laid out on rugs. There seemed to be a lot of crullers. “One bus load of hobos delivered.” Visionary stated proudly. Hatman congratulated him on a job well done and invited the three Legionnaires to join him, Mac and the hobos in the picnic. So they did.

I'm not cleaning that bus, by the way. I'm not *that* charitable.

You know if Dancer was around to read this, it would turn into some 20+ part round robin somehow. There would be romantic entanglements, and lessons learned.

Still, even as a one chapter story, I feel it was epic as is. Especially if we assume the bus is the infamous melancholy omnibus from the early BZL. That was a bus that could make a hobo feel like royalty.