Hope Survives Best At The Hearth.

Good Fighting With You, Seaweed Brain." Ditto.

No, No, I Never Mess Around.

Oh, Don't Mind Me! Just The Queen Of The Heavens, Dying Over Here!

I Tried To Tell Them That Things Would Be Okay, But I Didn't Believe It.

At The Rear Of The Bus, The Driver Wrenched A Big Chunk Of Smoking Metal Out Of The Engine Compartment. The Bus Shuddered, And The Engine Roared Back To Life. The Passengers Cheered. Darn Right!" Yelled The Driver. He Slapped The Bus With His Hat. "everybody Get Back On Board!