Blue to the rescue.

As the dust and noise monsters its way up the street the gas lamps shake to the convoy of the mad mothers.
'Get in and lets go' revs Blue
"Did he just talk through his engine again? asks Brain.
"At the moment I really don't want to think about that Brain" answers 3Blogs as the two blogs climb into blues modest yet roomy interior. In the drivers seat the Stranger talks softly to his rusty steed.*
"Ok blue we got to get through this without a scratch, no showboating this time OK?"
'beep beep' replies Blue.
The rusty steads wheels spin in the dirt as Blue reverses out into the street, and then stops.
"Blue I said no showboating, c'mon now this is not the time to play chicken." demands the Stranger. Blues headlights flick to high beam as his engine revs 'C'mon I dare you'. The convoy continues to hurtle down like a horizontal avalanche toward the defiant rusty blue stead.
"Blue" warns the Stranger.
'C'mon I can take 'em with two wheels tied behind my back.' revs Blue
"Stranger you didn't say that this transport had a suicidal streak." snaps 3blogs.
"Blue" warns the Stranger again
"Yeah I think we should leave" agrees Brain not work as he attempts to open the door. "Uhh the doors are locked Stranger"
Still the avalanche continues.
"Blue if there was a time to do something I'd say it was now." begs the Stranger.
Suddenly the rusty stead lurches backwards down the street.
"Ok this is good but where are we going?" shouts the Stranger.
The rusty blue steed continues backwards down the street away from the closing convoy of doom.
Then a quick hand brake turn (in reverse mind you) a change to foward gear and the rusty blue steed races out of town.
"We can stop now were past the school" says 3blogs looking out of the rear window.
Blue slows down and stops. They watch as the convoy halts suddenly outside the school, each car quickly fills one by one and turns back the way it came.
"Um just a comment." asks the Stranger
"Yes" replies 3blogs
"The reason that all the school kids have oval heads is my sub-conscious, isn't it."
"Yes there's that reason and the fact that you mentioned them recently." answers 3blogs.
"So everything I mention on this blog will end up in here?" guesses the Stranger
"It will make its way here." replies 3blogs "But like us it wont be exactly the way you wrote it."

End of Chapter 5

*yes I realise that I have been spelling steed stead. sorry