"Oh no, not me. No, that would be my boss. Hold on, I'll get him. Hey Booooooooooooss!" He yells to the back, rolling up the window with his skinny felt arm.

The engine cuts off and the double doors of the backseat swing open as a man [i]springs[/i] out of them. He lands on the tips of his shinny black shoes as he draws himself up, one hand of the brim of his large white tophat to tip toward you. The man smiles infectiously and says. "Hola! Bonjourno! Konnichiwa! Hello, my young friend! So pleased to meet you. My name is James Rodgers, James Maury Rodgers, and this is my special friend Rainbow Connection." He extends his arm and suddenly a psychedelic frog is perched on his shoulder, flashing in colors almost as gaudy as the vans. Almost.

"My, but it's incredible to meet someone like you as well." He continues. "For longest time I just assumed that that my imaginary friend had more punch than normal. Tell me, were you ever haunted by such thoughts Mr...?"