[Prodigal Son]

The kids probably did not even notice they were going through an intersection, never mind what color the effin light was. It will take more than a few days to get rid of the stink of kiddie poop out of the cab of that truck!

Yep! My own mental images were similar. Eyes the size of dinner plates and a distinct funky smell coming from the cab of the vehicle.

[going hot]

I would have loved to be a witness.

They drive up, a second time mind you, with a pop gun, plink plink, and receive in return a literal hail of bullets. I know what catching round sounds like on a helicopter. The pucker factor is suddenly exponential. Now imagine these two yutes's faces as they look at each other in disbelief while their ride catches fourty rounds. I bet they were BOTH stomping on the gas pedal at the same time.