Thread:TheMaximumMatt/@comment-31647719-20180425031835/@comment-32807753-20180426173032

[Cut back to Lincoln]

Lincoln: Yep! It’s only good things from here! No which way is Cal’s house? [looks at intersection] Hmm… I think it’s this way… or was it this way? No, I’m definitely sure it was this way! [goes left] What?! Another fork in the road?! Hm. I’ll go right. I think that’s right… no pun intended.

[Cue montage: End montage]
 * Lincoln takes a right at another intersection
 * Lincoln makes another right at another intersection
 * Lincoln makes a final right, until he realizes he’s gone in a full circle
 * Lincoln tries left, only to run into a pack of raccoons who want to eat the cake
 * Lincoln runs past a homeless man. Lincoln offers the man a small piece of the cake, to which the man gives him a thumbs up.
 * A view of a map is seen and we see Lincoln making all sorts of curves and cuts all over the town
 * Finally, Lincoln runs into a mansion that he thinks is Cal’s house.

Lincoln: Finally! I made it! Safe and sound! The cake’s here and without further ado…

[Lincoln gives an excited knock on the door. A man answers it.]

Man: Excuse me? Who are you?

Lincoln: Uh… hi. Is Call home?

Man: Cal? Who’s Cal?

Lincoln: Wait. Does Cal live here?

Man: I’m sorry. I don’t know who you are talking about. I think you might have the wrong house.

Lincoln: What? This is Carol St. isn’t it?

Man: Carols St.?! Oh, heavens no! Carols St. is all the way down in Hazeltucky!

Lincoln: H- Hazeltucky?!

Man: Yes! This is Carmen St., Beavertown.

Lynn Sr.: How did you manage to get out of the town so quickly?! On feet?!

Lincoln: I dunno. Maybe I'm skilled!

Lori: All before we wake up though?

Lincoln: Carmen St.?! Oh, man! I was way off. I’m so sorry for wasting your time.

Man: Oh no. Don’t worry about it. Haha. Common misunderstanding.

Lincoln: …You wanna slice?

Man: Thank you for your offer, but I’m on a diet.

Lincoln: Oh.

Man: Well, you have a nice day now. I hope you find whoever you’re looking for.

Lincoln: Thank you, kind sir.

[The gentleman closes the door. Lincoln is in deep shame.]

Lisa: How much you wanna bet that we never see or hear this character again in the rest of the story?