That morning, Dukey woke up laying in the grass between several trees. He sat up, rubbed his eyes, scratched himself somewhere private, and heard snoring not too far away. He turned toward the sound, and saw Marcell passed out, with a beer can clutched in his fist.<br/><br/>"Hey, Bubba! Bubba, wake up!" He jostled his friend and continued. "I think we're lost. What in the world did we do last night? All I remember is we were on the farm, and now we're...somewhere..." He looked around, and all he saw was more trees and a patch of poison ivy near where he had been sleeping. He scratched his ass, and felt his cell phone in his back pocket. He pulled it out and looked at the display, reading aloud, "one new voicemail..."<br/><br/>He pressed a key, and held the phone to his ear, listening.<br/><br/><em>Dukey, this is Clara, before you and Marcel get here please stop by the Quikie-Mart and pick up Dill Pickles and Chocolate Ice Cream, oh and a bottle of spicy mustard. I'll pay ya when you's get here. See you soon.</em><br/><br/>He shook his head, and said, "that woman's got some appetite! Pickles and ice cream...with spicy mustard?" He cringed, and put his cell phone away, turning to Marcell. "I went to take a leak last night. I remember that." He looked around. "Where'd we leave the truck?"<br/><br/>He could smell corn and hay, which reminded him of the farm, and wondered how he got into this mess...and more so, how he was gonna get out of it, and back to Clara.