Run!
"Run where!" Dave says.
"Away, stupid!" You say. You grab Dave's hand and try to
make a run for it.
However, the gateway to the front yard is blocked by a man wearing a
tuxedo. His hair is slicked back and he's holding a martini in his
left hand. "Hey now! What are you children doing here, irritating
my ivy?"
"Run!" you say.
