"So, do you know your way around here? Is there a Rolls-Royce Phantom sitting around that we can use, or public transportation? Woody made it seem as though I wouldn't be finding a taxi anytime soon."
"The nearest town is Dubai, and it's about fourteen miles west of here."
"Fine. We'd better start struggling off, then. Which way is west?"
"Verily, we're not going to walk to Dubai."
"Fine. I didn't invite you anyway."
"Hold on. They're bound to pick us up soon. We have no food, nothing to drink, no money, as if we had a way to spend it. We may as well go back to Toy Lodge."
"I didn't find Woody the innkeeper back there very accommodating. Is he a friend of yours, too?"
"I've been trying to tell you, I'm not working with them. They forced me to come here, and yes, they told me to hook up with you. I just don't know what else to do," she prattled again.
"Umm. So, what is this place? Ridley's private resort?"
They had been waddling down the trail all this time, and found themselves in a circus tent.
"Let's go down to that bird's nest and wait," he divulged. "Maybe we can get the jump on them, if the Ridley savages don't see us first. I don't suppose you have an accordion or anything useful like that on you?"
"What do you think?