User blog comment:The Reptile King/Reptile Kingdom What Do's/@comment-28718853-20160827182716/@comment-30700719-20170513005312

"Get ready for a bumpy ride!" I yell as I grab the steering wheel and wrench it to the left. The jeep goes flying over a deep hole, then keeps going. Jake grabs the wheel again. "What the hell, man? You could have killed us, or lost the cargo! If we don't deliver these, we've got a snowball's chance! Just stick to flying planes. You're a horrible driver." I gulp and watch the side, tranquiliser gun at my side. We keep going through the jungle, bouncing around. I check the straps holding the cupcakes and almost fall out. When I recover myself, a wide slick of pink goo appears in front of the jeep. "Aw, hell." I cut the straps and grab two boxes of cupcakes, as the jeep spins out of control and off a cliff. "This is gonna huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurt!" We hit the water with a splash, and I immediately fabricate several large inflatable dinghies. "Protect the cupcakes! Nothing else matters!" yells Dave, and we pile the cupcakes onto the dinghies, without even giving them time to fully inflate.

We pulled ourselves onto the shore, and checked that the cupcakes were alright. "Good thing there's a Chinook on the way!" I say cheerfully. The large cargo helicopter descends, the air sweeping all the leaves and sticks away. We all pile in and I jump in the cockpit, taking off. Behind me, I hear munching and chewing noises. "Who's eating something back there?" I ask cautiously. "These cupcakes are GREAT!" replies Billy. Simultaneously, we all cry, "NOOOOOOOOO!"