As the mob, chase Mr. Misinformation and his Army of Amazonian Librarians, our heroes make their way quickly, in the opposite direction. . .

Ace: What the hell happend there!?!
Brit: I don't know [who, me?]
RM552: For some reason the mob is going the other way. . .

All 3: *phew*

RM552: Hey guys, do you notice that thin yellow line along the side of the road. . .
A: You mean the one that says "Follow this thin yellow line to Chant's evil lair", every half-mile?
RM552: Yeah, that one!
B: Could be important! Maybe we should follow it?
A: Don't know, Buttercup is looking kinda tired. . .
Buttercup: neigh
B: That's OK, I've got some sugar cubes, just for such an emergancy! [Feeds the sugar to Buttercup]
Buttercup: NEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Gallops off at an incredibly fast past, boardering on super-speed]
JLR: Whoah Buttercup, Whoah!!! [whaaaa!]