Now was a great time as any to see if hearse power was the same as Bernadette's horse power. I floored it.

Yeah, no contest. I pulled away from the three hearses, no problem.

Tires squealing, I soon pulled into Gas, Guzzles, & Go's parking lot. Just like last time, Travis's Mustang was parked by the air pump. Travis himself was walking out the door, two huge bags of Cheetos in each hand. His jaw practically fell to the concrete when he saw me flying toward him.

I ...