A car sped down a mostly deserted road. Between the red ball fringe in the windows and the woven blanket in the back, you can almost smell the burritos cooking. Inside the car, two figitives from justice were heaidng back towards the scene of the crime.
"Why do I have to be Sancho?"
Andrew gave his companion a tired smile. "Because I don't know the words to Sancho's parts. Besides, I'm taller than you."
"No you're not."
Jonathon looked away. Out the window, he looked at a sign. "Sunnydale. 20 miles."
"We're going to be heroes this time, aren't we Andrew?"
Andrew did not answer. Instead, he pushed an 8-track of "The Man of La Mancha" into the player. It began playing somewhere in the middle of "Impossible Dream." A few lines in, Jonathon joined in to sing along.
.....to fight for the right
Without question or pause,
To be willing to march into hell
For a heavenly cause!
And I know, if I'll only be true
To this glorious Quest,
That my heart will lie peaceful and calm
When I'm laid to my rest.....