Upon discovering that he was about to be marked down, my new friend has decided to make a run from Wally World to the legendary land of Target. But can we even make it out of Wally World? And does Target even still exist? Only time will tell … but time is the one thing that we don’t have.
Apparently my friend has a formidable reputation, and expects to be pursued by the city’s top price-cutters. Faced with the near-impossibility of escaping Wally World on foot, he has devised a plan that is breathtaking both in its daring and in the staggering odds against its success:
Is this one of those plans that’s so crazy, it just might work? Or is it just crazy? We find out soon enough:
When it becomes obvious that the girl at the rental counter has no intention of giving us a car, my friend resorts to desperate measures.
Does this mean that we have become what we are fleeing? This is a question for another day, when we have the time to reflect, philosophize, and form a commission of inquiry. For now, we have our vehicle, and are safely on our way out of Wally World. But where will we go from here?
And with that chilling conversation, I realize that my friend, who knows so much about them, who carries his own price gun, must be a Mark-Downer himself. And if he thinks that the Mark-Downers are still after us, then it must be true. But I am confident that we will find Target before they find us; because I am Dennis the Vizsla, and I never give up.