DC: District of Craziness!

While I was trying to solve that crazy Metro map, Nudge managed to find a closed maintenance station we could crash in for the night on the red line. Or was it blue? (I'll never figure this dumb thing out!!!)

Doesn't matter. It's too early to think. WAY early.

Besides translating hard-to-decipher charts and maps, Nudge has some other notable talents for an 11-year-old, like single handedly cracking the ribs of a 250 lb Eraser. (This is the scene I awoke to at 3AM. It was AWESOME. Awesome in that "scary" kinda way, mind you.)

The next thing I know, I'm kicking the crap out of this ugly beast, blood all over the place, and BAM! Exploding Eraser! *Remember, kids: Never EVER touch the 3rd rail.

We couldn't very well just leave him like that.

...so we lifed his wallet first.

He'd probably want it that way. And, he probably wanted us to eat these fine glazed doughnuts, too. All 24 of them. Mmm.

Enough about food. There's some weird stuff in here, man. Credit cards, business cards...and I'm getting chocolately goodness all over them.

I wonder what all THAT is about?