Yes! And then Bob would come back the next day, and the bus would be a DISASTER. Red Bull cans and Sour Patch Kids and chocolates and Pop Tart wrappers and chips crunched up into the carpet EVERYWHERE. Brendon and Frankie are in a sugar coma, passed out on the floor, a can of Red Bull and some gummi worms still clutched loosely in Brendon's hands. Ray would be trying to get the ridiculous braids and beads and all other manner of adornment out of his hair from the night before and Gee and Mikey would be holed up in the back lounge behind a fort of merch boxes. Bob would be all, "What the FUCK happened here?" And Gee would pop out from behind Mikey's arm and say, with very big eyes, "Dude, Bob, you can't ever do that again. Promise. Promise us you won't ever do that again."