Stage 1
teams included (in order of appearance): Hillbilly Rollers by @Knugcab and Team Firulais by @Angelustyle
Early in the morning, Marie sneaked to the Rhino tent and the Primus in front of it. She looked at the sticker in disgust.
“HONK IF YOU LIKE CHANTY? DAMN, KIDDO, I WOULD GRAB YOUR UGLY BLUE HAIR AND USE YOUR DAMN HEAD FOR HONKING UNTIL YOUR UGLY NOSE IS SQUEEZED INSIDE YOUR SKULL!”
She grabbed into her pocket, got two other stickers and slammed them onto the car.
“Sadly I couldnt steal barbie stickers from the other teams, but that will do the job.”
The morning for the Rhinos started an hour later with a noise Jan and Thomas were sadly very familiar with. Chanty crying at the entrance of the tent.
“What is it this time, damn?”,
complained Thomas.
“I have terrible headache AND RUDOLPH IS GONE! ORR! ICH RAST GLEI AUS WENNSCH DEN NE GLEI FINDE!”
Thomas and Jan looked in panic at each other. Rudolph gone? That´s a disaster. Not because they would miss the elk, but it being a disaster for Chanty means it´s inevitably also a disaster for them as well.
“I am sure you put him in the car, drunk as you were, because you were afraid to forget him with a hangover”,
replied Jan, in an attempt to calm her down.
“We need to distract her before she starts searching in the car”,
said Thomas, not without fear in his voice.
“Oh, I have a great idea how we can give her something else to make her mad enough she stops missing Rudy that much”.
Jan smiled, told Thomas the plan and both agreed with a handshake.
A few minutes later, Thomas showed up in Chantys favourite pink unicorn t-shirt.
“DAD! NO! JUST NO!”
“I think it looks great with me, don´t you think?”
Jan giggled like a drunk chicken. Tomás from the Firulais, not to confuse with Thomas, was dragged towards the rhino tent, since for him, something sounding like fun seems worth checking out.
"Oh well, your T-shirt is a bit tight, yes, I can´t inhale that much, but my smoker lung can´t anyway. I am surprised it does fit, considering I am 1,93m and you are 1,61,
laughed Thomas, with a slightly evil tone.
“What does that mean?”,
asked Chanty, really having no clue. Tomás didnt notice that he was about to do a mistake, when he explained to her.
“It means, if he is much taller than you, that you must be quite chubby”,
poking her gently in the side. Tomás regretted instantly, as he noticed that Chantys braincell now understood, and with a cracking voice, she protested, and the next tear flood was already on the way.
“I AM NOT FAT! I AM JUST FLUFFY!”
Thomas and Jan facepalmed perfectly syncronized, with a slightly annoyed Jan telling Tomás to fix this now, as he caused it. Tomás immediately asked his much elder counterpart with a similar name to pretend being on a catwalk, and the senior moving like a model with that pink unicorn t-shirt made Tomás laugh so intensively, that Chanty couldn´t resist being amused by that embarrassing sight as well.
“NOW GIVE IT BACK! I need to get a shower, and I want to wear it today.”
“JAN! HELP ME OUT OF IT! I am afraid I would rip it apart, if I nave to put it off alone…”
The team drove off without any inconvenience. Thomas was driving, as he had his drinking habits under control the evening before, and Jan was navigating from the passenger seat, while Chanty tried to cure her hangover in the backseat, also missing her elk.
Dad! Not your 80s mixtape again! I am already feeling miserable enough. What´s the newest you have?
Early 2000s, but that´s a CD, but this luxury stereo has both. Let me change then…
Chanty suddenly really started to feel the third song and tried to sing along without knowing the text, which made Jan wonder.
"Eh, I thought you don´t like such music. This song is old.
“YOUR MOTHER IS ALSO OLD AND YOU STILL LISTEN TO HER!”
“BWHAHAHAHAHA!”
Thomas gave his daughter a high five and almost died from laughter.
“Jan, are you sure this is the correct road?”
“It should be, Thomas, how about finally using your wipers so that we can see what´s in front of us?”
“The visibility is fine, but if you want… Huh? Why is there no more fluid? Wait, I`ll pull over and check.”
While Jan checked the map carefully and made sure they use the correct route, Thomas found a hole drilled into the washer fluid reservoir.
“ORSCHWERBLEEDE, WHO THE FUCK WOULD DO THIS? I mean, a proper sabotage would be puncturing the tire… I really can´t see why someone would to this. Der hat doch nimmor alle Laddn am Dsaun!”
(It was Marie, getting ANY alcohol available, as included in an earlier part)
With an acceptable they arrived safe and without a fault at the finish line for that stage, establishing themselves in the middle of the competition, and both Thomas and Chanty couldn´t explain why this old and complex machine could run so reliable after 250.000 kilometer and then sitting for seven years.
Thomas grabbed a few beers and made his usual camp “control walk”, checking out all teams´activity, while Chanty and Jan could cuddle unbothered in the tent. When he walked past the Hillbilly Rollers, Thomas didn´t believe his eyes: There was Rudolph, attatched to the grille of the IP. Thomas stepped towards the team.
“EH! WHAT IS THE ELK OF MY DAUGHTER DOING ON YOUR CAR? HAND IT BACK, NOW!”
Janne, not even having really arrived, looked at Marie.
“Don´t tell me it is from that Chanty and she is not imaginary?!”
“Of course it is.”
“MARIE!”
“Janne, relax, I even attatched in a way this stinky toy isn´t damaged. They should be grateful that it now smells like a hot engine and no longer after that terrible girly perfume!”
“Now give it back before that angry senior punches Andreas. Marie… eh, Marie?”
Marie already stepped up to Thomas.
“YOUR STUPID BRAT SABOTAGED OUR CAR BY PUTTING BUTTER IN THE HEATING SYSTEM! YOU SHOULD BE GRATEFUL THAT WE DIDNT FEED THAT UGLY ELK TO THE LOCAL ANIMALS”
“She did… what?”,
laughed Thomas, not hiding at all that he was proud of Chanty.
A furious Marie grabbed a knife and held it against Rudolphs throat, ready to slice it.
“So, grandpa. How about a trade?”, asked Marie, pointing at Thomas beers, as from the sixpack were still two unopened left.
“Do you know how expensive beer is here? DAMN!”
“You prefer telling your little innocent brat that Rudolph died a horrible death?”
Thomas sighed, pushed the two beers with his foot towards Marie, who did the same with Rudolph.
Half an hour later, Chanty and Rudolph had a very emotional reunification, but after some minutes of pure joy, she realized that Thomas can´t just have found it “in the trunk” - it smelled a bit like the Huvudvärk Wodka - but Chanty clearly knew she spilled nothing of that onto Rudolph before she saw him for the last time. So Marie must have stolen it.
Chanty grabbed a coke and some Mentos, walked towards the IP and waited for a moment when all three had left the vehicle, which happened after 20 minutes, when Janne, Andreas and Marie agreed to look for firewood.
Chanty mixed the Coke and Mentos, quickly closed the bottle again and stored it in the minibar before quickly getting away from the IP before someone could see her, and an extremely confident and amused Chanty walked back to Jan and Thomas, of course not telling what she had done in the meantime, but the two could tell from Chantys unusually good mood, that she clearly did something she shouldn´t have done.
After an hour of successful search, the Hillbilly Rollers had found enough suitable firewood, and Marie, already having consumed the two beer from Thomas, opened the minibar to get something to drink, took the Coke, and opened it…
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”
