“Oh…” Amanda started, “My…” Alex said, “God!” Becky finished as the three turned to see Krystal in a full out run, Jessica dead in her sights.

“You wanna a piece of me, bitch!” Jessica took on a martial arts stance, dropping the heels that had been tucked under her arm. Anger management classes were definitely out the window now.

Moments before Krystal could make contact with Jessica, Becky extended a single foot. The resulting trip was monumental. It sent her flying through the air, over Jessica’s head, right into the waitress that Alex met when he arrived in 1984, causing an explosion of chips and salsa.

Krystal was laying face down in a pool of red sauce, her butt stuck up in the air over the entrance to the Casa.

Amanda, Alex and Jessica all turned in unison to stare at Becky. “What?” she replied with a shrug.

“Shit! I think she’s getting up. Run!” Alex said.

As the gang was running off, Amanda quips with a wicked smile, “Oh my god Becky, Did you look at her ass!”