Dylan, and his Marafiki left San Francisco, and were now travelling south in the Pacific Ocean. They were heading for Los Angeles.
Perfection: So how long will it take us to reach Los Angeles?
Dylan: Less than 3 hours.
G.O.O.H: If things go our way.
Dylan: Why wouldn't they?
G.O.O.H: Those police boats that one of your Marafiki told us about.
Dylan: Hey, don't worry about them. I got a radar that shows me the location of every police mashua as far as five miles. If they onyesha up on my radar, then we just slow down to 70, follow the speed limit, and they'll leave us alone.
William: What if they don't?
Dylan: Then we make a break for it.
Song: link
One of the police boats in the Pacific Ocean Police Department, was named Unit 1. He just stopped three fishing boats.
Unit 1: link
Stop the song
Unit 1: Do wewe have any idea why I stopped wewe guys?
Fishing mashua 1: No officer.
Fishing mashua 2: We don't.
Unit 1: None of wewe have a license to go fishing. I'm gonna have to give wewe a ticket for that.
Fishing mashua 3: What's the fine?
Unit 1: *Printing out the tickets from his right side* Fifty dollars. *Gives the fishing boats their tickets* Now I'm gonna let wewe keep those fish, but inayofuata time, you're gonna have to put them back into the water.
Fishing mashua 2: Thanks for that.
Unit 1: You're welcome. *Leaves the fishing boats*
The fishing boats started to head north.
Fishing mashua 2: Can wewe believe that guy?
Fishing mashua 3: Since when did wewe need a license to go fishing?
Fishing mashua 1: *Sees Dylan, and his friends* hujambo wewe guys.
Dylan: *Stops with the others* Yes?
Fishing mashua 1: You're speed boats, right?
Dylan: Right.
Fishing mashua 1: Well wewe try to keep yourself, and your Marafiki under the limit, okay? There's a police mashua that just gave us a ticket.
William: What did wewe do?
Fishing mashua 2: We went fishing without a license.
Fishing mashua 3: It's stupid if wewe ask us. We shouldn't need a license for fishing.
Dylan: Look, thanks for the warning, but we need to get going. *Leaves with his friends* We're going to Los Angeles.
Fishing mashua 3: Have fun.
Jackson: Do wewe see anything on your radar?
Dylan: Those fishing boats weren't lying. It says there's a police mashua half a mile in front of us.
Unit 1: *Turns right*
Dylan: He's going right, take it slow. We don't want him to hear us.
As Unit 1 was heading away from the speed boats, they continued on south, for Los Angeles.
2 B Continued
Perfection: So how long will it take us to reach Los Angeles?
Dylan: Less than 3 hours.
G.O.O.H: If things go our way.
Dylan: Why wouldn't they?
G.O.O.H: Those police boats that one of your Marafiki told us about.
Dylan: Hey, don't worry about them. I got a radar that shows me the location of every police mashua as far as five miles. If they onyesha up on my radar, then we just slow down to 70, follow the speed limit, and they'll leave us alone.
William: What if they don't?
Dylan: Then we make a break for it.
Song: link
One of the police boats in the Pacific Ocean Police Department, was named Unit 1. He just stopped three fishing boats.
Unit 1: link
Stop the song
Unit 1: Do wewe have any idea why I stopped wewe guys?
Fishing mashua 1: No officer.
Fishing mashua 2: We don't.
Unit 1: None of wewe have a license to go fishing. I'm gonna have to give wewe a ticket for that.
Fishing mashua 3: What's the fine?
Unit 1: *Printing out the tickets from his right side* Fifty dollars. *Gives the fishing boats their tickets* Now I'm gonna let wewe keep those fish, but inayofuata time, you're gonna have to put them back into the water.
Fishing mashua 2: Thanks for that.
Unit 1: You're welcome. *Leaves the fishing boats*
The fishing boats started to head north.
Fishing mashua 2: Can wewe believe that guy?
Fishing mashua 3: Since when did wewe need a license to go fishing?
Fishing mashua 1: *Sees Dylan, and his friends* hujambo wewe guys.
Dylan: *Stops with the others* Yes?
Fishing mashua 1: You're speed boats, right?
Dylan: Right.
Fishing mashua 1: Well wewe try to keep yourself, and your Marafiki under the limit, okay? There's a police mashua that just gave us a ticket.
William: What did wewe do?
Fishing mashua 2: We went fishing without a license.
Fishing mashua 3: It's stupid if wewe ask us. We shouldn't need a license for fishing.
Dylan: Look, thanks for the warning, but we need to get going. *Leaves with his friends* We're going to Los Angeles.
Fishing mashua 3: Have fun.
Jackson: Do wewe see anything on your radar?
Dylan: Those fishing boats weren't lying. It says there's a police mashua half a mile in front of us.
Unit 1: *Turns right*
Dylan: He's going right, take it slow. We don't want him to hear us.
As Unit 1 was heading away from the speed boats, they continued on south, for Los Angeles.
2 B Continued
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