A Friendly Night Out

Looking up from the steering wheel Clinton saw the nice prices showing on the Raceway sales pitch. This enticed him to pull off the road. When he found an open pump the teenage dressed as Captain Godro in a costume won during a radio tease hopped out of the car seat leaving his jet ray behind.

After finishing the fueling task the adolescent headed inside completing the reason, he made the stop.

“Hello, you do you have a second,” he smiled at the cashier who was a classmate in school. Utilizing his superpowers, the innocent lacking mature decision-making skills went straight to the counter interfering with an established costumer.

“Disculpe estoy terminada Paneri el lugar” the lady collected her change.

“I said I am not finished at this drapers shop place,” the Cashier translated watching the patron leave.

“So, Clinton you here to pick up some delightful wine or are you out of the money,” the blonde attendee continued with an inquiry.

Feeling a little upset Clinton emersed himself into Captain Godro, “Hello you,” Captain Godro’s personality showed.

“As the lady said, Clinton this place is a Paneria and if you do not buy something you will be committing an interference.”

Feeling rejected he requested a receipt for the gas then headed back to his jet ray whose mission was ‘act like a passenger.’ Once in the car Clinton put his seat belt back on and peered down to the prop, “yeah you are still here, Mr. Bettor’s Jet Ray manufactured in Toronto, I thought you being my favorite would have jumped off.”

When Clinton arrived, the local hotel was alive with excitement since the radio promotion comic book extravaganza was an annual festival. And there was Clinton’s best friends, true winners, Rye N Clyde.

“This place is the twilite zone,” Rye exclaimed seeing Captain Godro.

“That is the twilight zone,” Clyde corrected, “if you do not know how to say it do not say it at all.”

After everyone received a man hug, they watched the electronic doors open to show their fantasy world’s dilation was an eye-opening wonder.

“Wow,” the three were all caught up in the moment before someone behind the table bartered.

“Hey Captain Godro, can I custom cut another uniform if you are not out of the money.”

“Why does everyone think I am out of the money?” Clinton wanted to know.

“It’s the economy stupid,” his colleagues replied.

As the long shots made their way through the lobby the best kept secret when someone was out of the money appeared. “We could be the winner of the Greystone Treasure!” Rye pointed out and the three smiles emerged within a second only to be interrupted when an elderly player with his wife stated, “It’s your time Dolly to show how to get rich quick.”

Hours past and the friends tried to figure out where the Greystone’s Treasure was hiding and suddenly the blue light special announced unwelcome news. “Come on Barney we are not the winners,” an upset grandmother grabbed her spouse of fifty years, “that Mister X cased out this place all last week, I saw him while having coffee in the café.”

“I tell you Dolly we would have looked good in that GMC Trooper”

“Barney it is only there for show it probably doesn’t even work.”

Finding a trash can to throw the contest directions out Rye and Clyde asked, “Do you think it costs anything to get an invitation to dream?”

“I hope not,” Clinton dropped his Captain Godro image, “I am still out of the money.”