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Finn jumps when the blaring "awooga" startles him out of his second Divorce Court episode of the afternoon. He'd been rooting for the husband whose soon-to-be-ex wanted a divorce because he dressed as a clown on weekends. Finn doesn't see why dressing up as a clown or anything else is such a bad thing and definitely not a reason for divorce.
The horn's so loud, in fact, Finn drops the bag of salt 'n' vinegar chips he'd been shoving in his face while rooting for Bozo. He gives them a wince but decides that's Future Finn's problem and throws open the door instead, definitely not stepping on some of the chips on the way.
"Whatta you think?" Puck's waving his arms out the driver's side window of the biggest, ugliest van Finn's ever seen. It's half-beige, half-grey, half-chrome patches, with a rusted cargo rack on top and...Finn's sure the words "Montrose Assembly of God" under layers of paint on the beige half. Puck's beaming like he just pulled the hottest Lambo into the Hudson driveway.