The Plushie Exiles: A Stop in Savannah
Chapter 1: The Road to DC
After narrowly avoiding jail time in Miami, Juan and Sandy decided it was time to take the Plushie Revolution straight to the heart of America: Washington, D.C. Naturally, I was dragged along for the ride as their unwilling chaperone.
“We’ll spread the message of fluff and unity across the nation!” Juan said, cramming the plushies into the back of an old van we “borrowed” from a Miami repair shop.
“First stop, Savannah,” Sandy declared. “I hear it’s charming—and full of chocolates.”
Chapter 2: Sandy’s Big Moment
We arrived in Savannah just as the sun was setting, the city’s cobblestone streets glowing under the soft light of gas lamps. While Juan made a beeline for the beach with a suitcase full of plushies, Sandy and I wandered into a picturesque square.
There, sitting on a park bench, was none other than Tom Hanks, chatting with a small crowd of admirers.
Sandy gasped so loudly I thought she might faint. “It’s him.
HIM! The box-of-chocolates guy!”
Before I could stop her, she rushed over, flailing her arms. “Mr. Hanks! Mr. Hanks! You’re the reason I believe in destiny!”
Tom, ever the gentleman, smiled politely. “Well, thank you, ma’am. That’s very kind.”
“Life is like a box of chocolates!” Sandy shouted, practically vibrating with excitement. “You don’t know what you’ve done for me!”
I stood at a distance, trying to disappear into the shadows.
“Well,” Tom said cautiously, “I’m glad I could inspire you.”
Sandy, undeterred, grabbed his hand. “Would you like to invest in the Plushie Revolution? It’s a movement of joy, fluff, and—”
“That’s my cue to go,” Tom interrupted, gently pulling his hand away. He smiled again, stood up, and walked off at a brisk pace.
Sandy turned to me, wide-eyed. “Did you see that? He’s totally going to think about it.”
Chapter 3: Juan at the Beach
Meanwhile, Juan had taken his plushie suitcase to the sandy shores of Tybee Island. Children stared in confusion as he carefully arranged plushie dolphins, turtles, and starfish along the shoreline.
“Come, my friends,” he said to the plushies. “Feel the ocean breeze. This is where we plan our next conquest.”
A wave rolled in, soaking half the plushies and knocking one over.
“No!” Juan shrieked, scrambling to save them. “The plushies must be avenged!”
Nearby, a group of surfers watched him in disbelief. “Dude,” one said, “is that guy okay?”
“Absolutely not,” another replied.
Chapter 4: A Chaotic Reunion
Sandy and I found Juan later that evening, his plushies spread out on towels to dry under the moonlight.
“Mother,” he said solemnly as we approached, “the ocean tried to claim my friends, but I defended them.”
“Good work, Juan,” Sandy said, patting his shoulder. “By the way, I met Tom Hanks!”
“Who?” Juan asked, clearly uninterested.
“The chocolate guy!”
“Mother,” Juan said, shaking his head, “our mission is about plushies, not chocolates.”
“Life is like a box of chocolates,” Sandy replied, undeterred. “You never know who’s going to invest in your revolution.”
I sighed and sat down in the sand, wondering how long it would take before this trip ended in disaster.
To be continued...
I am pleased to announce that Sandy, Juan & the Plushies are safe & sound & resting nice & comfy in ze guest room ! 
