Briana pranced around the motel room with her teddy bear, chanting
over and over: “We’re going to see Han-son, we’re going to see Han-son...”
She accidently bumped into the lamp in the corner of the room. It wobbled
slightly, but didn’t fall.
	“Briana, shut up!” Karen yelled from the bathroom. “I’m trying to
read!”
	“But Ka-ren, why can’t you read in HERE?” 
	“Because you’re making too much racket and this is the only place I
could find where the noise is muffled.”
	“Muffled! That’s a funny word. Muffled muffled muffled muffled
muffled...” 
	Karen sighed, slammed her book down on lid of the toilet seat, and
yanked open the door. “I said, shut UP! or I’ll take Taybear away from you and
we’ll never go to another Hanson concert again!”
	“Nooooooooo! Not my Taybear!” Briana hugged the bear close and
backed up against the wall. “Don’t worry,” she soothed the stuffed animal. “I
won’t let that mean girl hurt you!”
	“I think I know what you need,” her sister said. “I think we need to get
out of the motel. Get in the car.” She shoved Briana out of the room door and
down the sidewalk to the parking lot where the ugly beige Rent-A-Car was
parked. Briana giddily hopped into the passenger seat as Karen opened the
car door and slumped down in front of the steering wheel. 
	“Let’s drive across the bridge!” Briana shrieked. “Then we can turn
around and go back across, and then turn around again, and again and again
and again, until we’ve gone across one thousand four hundred forty times!
Then, once I give Taybear to Taylor, I can tell him that we did ALL THAT just
for HIM! Oooooo, he’ll be so impressed!”
	“Ha ha. Sure, fine. Whatever.” Karen rolled her eyes and pulled out of
the parking lot and drove down the highway towards downtown San
Francisco. 
	“Hey, maybe if we see the Hanson Bus, I can get on top of it like I did in
Paris, and we can stop and get our picture made with them again! You know,
that was really scary, when that mean cab driver cut Taybear to pieces. I’m
glad Mom knows how to sew. She did a real good job of patching him up,
don’t you think?” 
	“Briana, do me a favor and shut up, okay?” The older girl unzipped her
cassette case and popped in the first tape she could find. Sedated came
blasting out of the speakers. 
	“Noooo, Karen! Let’s listen to Hanson! Please please pretty please with
sugar and cherries and coconut sprinkles and a little paper umbrella on top?”
	“We’re going to have enough Hanson tonight,” her sister argued. “Just
live with it, okay?” She started singing along: “Twenty four twenty four hours 
ago-o-o... I wanna be sedated...” 
	“Ew! Karen, this is punk music.”
	“This is a classic, Briana! I can’t believe you don’t... OH MY GOD!” She
gasped and stared out the window at a “point of interest” sign. “JERRY
GARCIA’S HOUSE!”
	“Who’s Jerry Garcia?”
	“He’s the coolest little old man in the world! ... Well, I mean, he was
before he died. He was in Grateful Dead.”
	“Grateful Dead? I hope they didn’t sing music like THIS.”
	“Don’t worry. They sing happy, hippie songs. Well, mostly.” She turned
onto the exit ramp next to the sign and drove like a maniac up and down the
hilly downtown streets until a huge, red trolly popped up infront of her.
	“AHHHHHH!” Briana screamed.
	“AHHHHHH!” Karen screamed.
	“AHHHHHH” scremed the people on the trolly. Karen swerved,
narrowly missed hitting a pedestrian, but escaped the trolly. “That was close,”
she breathed. “Uh-oh.”
	“What? Is there another trolly?” Briana covered her eyes with Taybear. 
	“No. I just realized that I have absolutely no idea where Jerry Garcia’s
house is. I was following the signs at first, but now we’re not even on the same
road!”
	“Don’t feel bad, Karen!” Briana said. “We can always go to Tulsa to see
the Hanson house instead!”
	“But I wanted to see Jerry’s house!” Brightening suddenly, she found a
place to park by the sidewalk and jumped out of the car. “Come on, Briana!”
she exclaimed. “We can just ask someone where it is! Get out of the car! Come
on!”
	“Okay, okay, okay!” Briana struggled to catch up with her sister as
Karen ran franticly up the street. She stopped to ask a woman holding a baby
if she knew where the house was. “I’m sorry, I’m just visiting here,” she
replied as the baby cooed at Karen. He reached up a tiny, pudgy hand and
grabbed her necklace. 
	“Ow! Ow!” she exclaimed, trying to loosen the baby’s death grip on the
chain as it started to cut off the circulation in the back of her neck. 
	“Coo-per!” the woman scolded, yanking the baby’s hand away. “I’m
sorry,” she said again, continuing down the street.
	“Karen! Karen, are you okay?” Briana cried, running up to her sister’s
side, breathless.
	“I think Cooper was trying to kill me,” she wheezed, rubbing the back
of her neck. “Come on, we still need to find that house!” Grabbing her sister’s
hand, she started up the steep hill in front of them.
	“Jeez, wouldn’t it be easier to just take a trolly?” Briana whined as they
waited for one of the cable cars to pass before they crossed the street.
	“No. The lines are too long... look, maybe she knows where it is!” She
ran up to a person with long, blond hair in front of them. “Excuse me. . . do
you know where. . . Taylor!” she cried as the person turned around. 
	“Karen!” he exclaimed.
	“OH MY GOD, IT’S TAYLOR!” Briana squealed.
	“So, whatcha doin’ out here in public?” Karen wondered with a wide
grin on her face. Taylor, who’s grin was just as wide, started chatting with her
as he attempted to remove Briana, who was clinging to his arm as if she were a
really sticky booger that wouldn’t come off, no matter how hard you flicked it.
	“Bri-an-a,” Karen said in a warning tone, “why don’t you go ask some of
the people waiting in line over there at that trolly stop if they know where
Jerry Garcia’s house is?”
	“But I wanna stay here with Tayyyylorrrrrr,” she complained. “I still
haven’t given him. . . TAYBEAR! OH NO!”
	“What?”
	“HE’S GOOOOONE!”
	“Oh, no,” Karen sighed. Then she brightened. “I have an idea! Why
don’t you look for Tay-bear, while I go with Taylor to look for Jerry Gar-cia’s
house!” It was an order, not a question.  Briana pouted for a moment, but after
a kick in the shin from her sister, she started retracing her steps down the hill. 
	“Here we go round again,” Karen muttered. “Uh, Taylor, you do like
Grateful Dead, don’t you?”
	“Actually, I was just looking for Jerry’s house,” he said.
	“Wow, what a coincidence!” she exclaimed. “Come on, let’s go!”
	“Uh, wait a minute.” Taylor didn’t move. “We don’t know where it is.”
	“Uhmmmm...” Karen thought for a moment. “We can stand in line over
there for the trolly and ask those people,” she suggested. 
	“Good idea,” he agreed. They started down the street. Once they came
to the trolly stop, Karen asked the people in front of them if they knew where it
was. 
	“Do we know where Jerry Garcia’s house is?” replied a girl with very
long, blond hair and bellbottoms. “Of course we know where Jerry Garcia’s
house is! We go there, like, every day! In fact, that’s where we’re going now!”
	“Far out,” Karen said. “So. . . where is it?”
	“Tell ya what, Lil’ Sister,” the other girl began, “you can just hang out
with us. Right, Gang?” She turned to her friends, who were all dressed
similarly. 
	“Hey, that’s groovy,” one of them replied. 
	“Her friend can come, too,” another added.
	“Well, of course her friend can come!” the first girl said. “I’m Daisy.
This is Sunny, Johnny, and Clover.”
	“I’m Karen, and this is Taylor.”
	“Ohhhh, you’re that Hanson dude, right?” Sunny exclaimed. “Hey, you
guys know how to groove, y’know that?” 
	“Thanks,” Taylor said. 
	“Hey, lookie there!” Clover pointed at the trolly. “Time to go!”
	“Groovy,” Karen said as they followed the line up to the car. 
	“I think you an’ Taylor’ll hafta stand,” Clover observed. “You ever been
on a trolly before?”
	“Um, no,” they said together.
	“Oh. Well, hang on tight.” She and the others sat down on the bench,
and Karen and Taylor stepped up onto a little platform that hung out over the
road. “You mean we have to ride like this?!” she cried.
	“Just don’t lean out,” Taylor assured her, tightening his grip on the pole
in front of him. Karen gulped and shut her eyes as the trolly started down the
hill.

	Briana found Taybear waiting patiently at the corner where they had
met Cooper. “Taybear! Taybear, Taybear, I found you I found you I found
you!” she shouted, scooping up the tattered bear and hugging it. “Come on,
Taybear, now we have to go find Karen and Taylor so I can give you to him!”
Happily, she started prancing back up the huge hill, not looking where she
was going. Suddenly, she felt a whoosh of air and looked around. One of the
trollys was making a nose dive down the street, and Karen and Taylor were
literally hanging off the side. “KAREN! OHMIGOSH! Don’t worry, Karen, I’ll
save you!” Still clutching Taybear, she ran out into the street. Cars started
honking and one zoomed right past her, blocking her view of the trolly with a
cloud of exhaust. “KAREN!” she yelled, “I’LL SAVE YOOOOOUUUUU! AND
TAYLOR, TOO!” 

	After they had started up the next hill, Karen opened her eyes. “Did I
just hear Briana screaming?” she wondered.
	“Yeah, she was running out into the road, claiming she would save us,”
Taylor muttered, looking behind him. 
	“Uh-oh... maybe we should get off.”
	“Aw, don’t worry about it. Remember Paris? Nothing happened then.
She’s too lucky.”
	“Well... okay.”
	“Plus, Zac and Ike are still out there shopping. I’m sure they’ll take care
of her.”
	“But only if they see her...”

	Isaac turned around and tapped his brother on the shoulder. “Did you
just see that?”
	“What?” Zac replied, examining one of the San Francisco T-shirts for
sale. 
	“That girl. She just ran out into the street.”
	“Maybe she’s one of those deranged homeless folk.”
	“Zac, that’s not nice. I think she was that girl we saw in Paris. Y’know,
the one with the teddy bear? That wouldn’t let go of Taylor?”
	“Ohhhhhhh yeahhhhh... then she is a deranged homeless folk.”
	“Would you stop with that? It’s not funny.”
	“No, see, anyone who’d jump onto the back of a van going forty miles
an hour down the street would have to be crazy. And if all she’s doing this
summer is following us around the world, then chances are, she doesn’t really
have a permenant home. So, technically, I was right...”
	“Just shut up,” Isaac sighed. “Go get Jarrod. He can help us track her
down and get her out of too much trouble.”
	“Hey, Jarrod!” Zac yelled across the gift shop. Several people looked
up. Jarrod was not one of them. “I don’t see him... hey, isn’t that him over
there, with that girl?” He pointed to a tall, spikey-haired person who was
neither boy nor man, but somewhere in between. He and a very short girl with
blond hair and a mini-backpack that said “Rachel M.” on it in bubbly letters
were standing in the corner, flirting insanely. Isaac sighed, walked over to
him, and grabbed his arm. “C’mon, buddy, time to go,” he muttered,
dragging Jarrod and Zac out of the store. 
	“But... but what about Rachel?”
	“Rachel? Forget Rachel. We’ve gotta go save Briana.”
	“Oh, well. She already had a boyfriend, anyway...” Jarrod said
mournfully.
	“Yeah, that’s nice.”
	“His name was--”
	“Listen, Jarrod, I’m not really sure you should say his name,” Isaac
warned him. “After all, anyone could be reading this.”
	Jarrod sighed. “I guess you’re right. So who’s this Briana-girl?”
	“She’s about eleven years old and we saw her in Paris and Red Rocks.
She’s considered a threat to the celebrity race.”
	“She’s also a deranged homeless person!” Zac added.
	“Zac, SHUT UP!” Isaac shouted. “Look, there she is.”

	Briana was sitting on the curb, hugging Taybear and crying. “Ohhh
noooo! Karen’s gonna fall off the trolly and get run over, and I’ll never see her
alive again! And then Taylor’s gonna fall off and I’ll never... get... to... give
him Taybeaaaaaaar!” she wailed. Suddenly, she saw three familiar-looking
boys crossing the street. “Isaac? Zac? Jarrod? Is it really YOU?!” she bounced
up and ran over to them, wrapping herself around Isaac. 
	“Jarrod, get her off of me!”
	“Man, forget her, we’ve gotta get out of this traffic!” he exclaimed,
shoving them out of the way. Isaac stumbled onto the sidewalk, pulling at
Briana’s arms. “Hasn’t that sister of yours told you to cut your fingernails?” he
asked her. He was afraid her talons would cut a hole in his pants. Zac and
Jarrod finally managed to pull her away, and then she attatched herself to the
latter. “Briana, what the heck is wrong?” Zac cried.
	“Karen and Taylor were gonna fall off of the trollyyyyyy!” she wailed. 
	“Taylor got on a trolly? With Karen?” Isaac asked in surprise. 
	“They were looking for Jerry Garcia’s house!” Briana explained, still
sniffling. 
	“Listen, I don’t think they’re gonna fall off,” Jarrod sighed, trying to
loosen her grip on him. “Why don’t we just all go to Jerry’s house and meet
them there, and then you and Karen can go far, far away and we’ll never see
each other again. ‘kay?”
	“But... but I don’t wanna go far away!” Briana sobbed.
	“Okay, we can talk about that later,” Ike sighed. “Let’s go. I think I
know where it is. I’ll drive.”
	“Naw, lemme drive!” Zac begged.
	“ZAC!”
	“Sor-ry.”

	After ten  minutes of clinging desperately to the support poles, Karen
and Taylor stepped off the trolly and followed Daisy and all of her friends
down the street to the house. As Karen stopped to fish her camera out of her
fanny pack, Taylor tapper her on the shoulder. “Look who’s here,” he said.
She looked up and saw Isaac, Zac, and Jarrod Gollihare walked towards them.
“Hi, guys,” Taylor greeted them. 
	“Briana’s in the car,” Isaac said.
	“You look kind of... tired,” Karen observed.
	“I told you, Briana’s in the car.”
	“Ohhhhhhh.” They walked down the street and stopped in front of the
Hanson’s car. “I thought you only had your tourbuses,” Karen remarked.
	“Well, there’s a little buisiness called Rent-A-Car...”
	“Oh, okay.”
	Daisy, looking a little impatient, tapped Karen on the shoulder. “We’re
gonna go on inside,” she said. “See ya, Lil’ Sister!”
	“Yeah, bye.” Karen turned her attention to the car. Briana pounded on
the car windows and waved at her.
	“Whatever you do, don’t let her out,” Isaac warned her.
	“Okay. Hey, listen, I don’t think we’re gonna have time to see the
house, so would ya’ll mind giving me a ride back to my car? I can’t even
remember where it is, but Briana can probably tell you. I mean, at least she
had her eyes open the whole way.”
	“What?” Jarrod said, confused.
	“Well, the trolly was kind of scary, and so I kind of had my eyes shut
half the time, so I guess I kind of have no idea where we are.”
	“Oh. Well, sure, I’ll give you a ride, as long as you restrain your little
sister.”
	“Okay! Taylor... Taylor, you can sit by me.”
	“Okay!” They all piled into the rent-a-car: Isaac in the driver’s seat,
Jarrod up front, Zac between them, and and Briana, Karen, and Taylor all
squashed together in the back. Once they arrived at Karen’s ugly beige car,
she shoved Briana in and locked the doors. “Taylor, are you sure you don’t
wanna just hang around downtown for a while?” she asked with the window rolled down.
	“Well, we have to be at the venue in an hour, and it’s not exactly that
close...”
	“Oh. Well, I’ll see you at the concert, then.”
	“Okay. Bye, Karen...”
	“Byeee... Taylorrrrr... byeee..."
        "COME ON, KAREN!" Briana yelled finally, after they had each said
"Goodbye" about a thousand times. Her sister reluctantly started the car and
waved at Taylor until he disapeared over the top of the hill.
        "Hey, Briana?"
        "What?"
        "Do you know how much backstage passes cost?"

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