The Fourth World-Ending Instance!

New Jersey, a remote area. Wilderness stretched in every direction along a straight gravel road. A green four-wheel-drive pickup truck cruised along at a steady speed, kicking up a cloud of dust. "Tra-la-la-la! We're going on a trip today!" In the driver's seat of the pickup. Her dyed twin ponytails swayed along with her ample chest. The woman in clown makeup curled her lips into an excited, unrestrained smile. With one hand on the steering wheel, she stuck her right hand out the window and waved at the wilderness outside.