.....Monday Afternoon, right after lunch.......
Spanky: (Walking through the front door) Dang, could it get any colder out ther'. My toes 're froze, my fingers 're stiff, an my dentures 're freezin to my lips. Hey Ms. Lynette, that still our Cobalt parked in the customer parkin lot?
Ms. Lynnette: Hold on, what you goin on about Spanky. You think its cold out, every time one a you fools goes in or out I get a nice little draft under this desk. You better let me bring in a heater or somethin, my feet are cold. I'll call down an see if Fit knows about that car. The keys have been in my desk since he got back from Sebring with it.
Spanky: Hell just give me the keys, I'll move it. I need to go an see what that fools been doin anyway.
Ms. Lynette: (Tossing the keys over the desk) You better close that door quick, I'm already warmin up. You still there Doreen.....
Spanky walks out in front of the showroom. He fiddles with the remote for a few minutes, cussin that the door handle won't unlock. Finally, he uses his brain and decides to stick the key in the door. Viola, he opens the door and slides in the door. Ms Lynette is watching over her desk, curiosly. She can see him smackin the dashboard, beating the steering wheel and soon he flings the door open, jumps out and slams it shut.
Spanky: JOHNNY, JJOOHHNNNNYY. Git yer butt up here an bring the jump box, damn cars dead its so cold out. (Johnny hobbles up with the jump box) Head on out and git that red Cobalt runnin, I'm 'a run down and check on Fit.
Johnny Rotten: Alright Boss, be right back.
Johnny walks out front pops the hood open. After about a minute he starts scratchin his head, literally. Spanky is looking out the window with Ms Lynette and neither one quite knows what the old man is doin. Johnny notices the audience, throws his hands up and starts back in side.
Johnny Rotten: Hey Boss, I bet you this car has a "check engine light" on. I ain't gonna be able to get this one started. You best have another look.
Spanky: You gotta be kiddin me, all your 'sperience and a little dead battery is kickin your butt. Gimme that box, I'll do it.
The two men of the shop walk outside. Spanky pops the hood again and Johnny just stands there laughin his "I told ya so" laugh before the coughin takes over, but not before he's completely pissed off Spanky. Johnny heads for the showroom while Spanky storms off toward the paint shop, fumin.
Spanky: Fit, FIT, git yer lousy ass out here. FIT!!! Lousy, no good, rabble rousin, worthless, con-founded, nerve rackin, ungreatful, butt touchin, dirty little son of a....
Fit: What are you goin on about? You know I have a customer in the back. You'd better keep it down. What do you need?
Spanky: What part of stupid makes you think you can park a car in front of the showroom with NO ENGINE. Its 21 degrees outside and I've been tryin to get that Cobalt out 'a the customer lot. Come to find THERE'S NO ENGINE. Johnny's havin a grand ole time jokin about it, Ms Lynette's feet are prolly froze from us goin in and out of the front door and I'm gonna need at least a cup 'o coffee or three to git my inside warm again. You finish whatever it is yer doin and get in my office.
Fit: (With a snide look on his face) I'll be up as soon as this car is tagged, now get outta here and calm down. I'll go try and salvage some respect from OUR customers.
Seems the motor from the Cobalt found its way out (your welcome Oldschool Speedshop). Spanky however wasn't in the loop on this one and picked the wrong day to do something about it. With only a short amount of time to figure something out, Fit had damn well figure something out. But what to do with a perfectly good Cobalt but no Engine???
