"Forget the girls, let's get the hell outta here!" you shout at the robot. Surely this piece of cutting edge technology has flight capabilities. Sure enough, the little robot's feet start shooting out flames, and it informs you that the launch will occur in T-minus 10, 9, 8, 7...

You crouch on the rocket-propelled robot and struggle to find a proper handhold before the countdown finishes. You settle for wrapping your mitts around the robot's head, and moments later, the two of you are airborne, hurtling through the sky at breakneck speeds and watching the ground blur beneath you. Soon, you'll be far away from that crummy camp, and then maybe you can start enjoying the rest of your summer.

It occurs to you that you didn't tell the robot where to take you. You shout to the robot that you want to make a stop at Chuck E. Cheese's, but it can't hear you over the roar of its rocket engines. You try to get his attention by pointing where you want to go, but when you extend your hand, you inadvertently throw the robot's flight off course. It spirals out of control, and you struggle to maintain your grasp on his boxy head. Fortunately, you manage to grab ahold once more. Just as the robot slams into the ground.

GO LOCK YOURSELF IN THE UPRIGHT POSITION!