Imagine, if you will, an ordinary car traveling down the highway on a Saturday morning. Suddenly, you hear a young girl in the back, in desperate need of a lavatory. The car attempts to pull into a quaint little stop on the left side of the road, but traffic rages and so they have to turn to the ominous Stop Shop to their right.
They see two cars parked at the side, but the store is completely devoid of life when they enter. The girl walks into the unisex bathroom to find RUSTY LICENSE PLATES. When she exits, she sees a short old man with a grumpy disposition and questionable sanity. The parents attempt to buy something, but dismiss it and leave.

All we need are some nurses and we're set.
no pink bees were harmed in the making of this post. one was a little scared though.