Public Transportation

I am babysitting Suzette and Kenny's house. I suppose it's their astral home I often visit. Maya and Brian are there. Brian falls asleep on the couch. The dildo hides tucked between the cushions. Katie G.? Maya suggests I make a batch of rice krispy treats. I doubt we have all of the ingredients. As we board the train or exit, I cannot recall, a black female cop and her drug dog start to sniff my bag. They tell us they need to take it. I act cool and decide to use some positive thinking. On the bus, I take a familiar journey. One where I know we will be going at high speeds, around sharp corners taking steep plunges. It is a transit system that I ride often in Dreamworld.