The old bus thrashed around bushes and tree rubble without effort, and sped away deeper into the wilderness.  The yelping siren diminished in sound as the distance between the adversaries lengthened.  They kept driving deeper into the mountains until after dusk, when the malfunctioning headlights finally flickered out.

"Well, I guess we gotta camp out here tonight, so let's make ourselves comfy" advised Hornk.  Rikolo reached into his backpack and pulled out some packages.  "Hey, let's make a campfire and roast some weenies and sip some of that fine bug juice Harth has tucked away in the back", he suggested, then held on to the back of a seat while everyone rushed off the bus, brushing him aside.  The friends partied into the night and then climbed into their sleeping bags, ready to face the following day.

They weenied into the night