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You are trapped in a car, submerged in water. You must escape. What three tools will you use to escape?

It's Sunday, and I'm on my way home from the Recreation Center, where I had sat for the past eight hours watching bratty kids and fat swimmers splish and splash in the pool. I turned on the radio and tapped to the beat as "Jesus Take the Wheel" blared in my car (ironic, right?). Eyes closed while belting out the chorus with Carrie Underwood, I lost control of my car and sent it careening into the beautiful Lake Erie. The windows were up and the car doors were locked, but the sunroof was tilted open, so as I struggled to unbuckle my seatbelt, water came gushing into the car. The belt buckle was stuck and locked in place from all the sand that had lodged in it during the crash, but I expertly took the spray sun-tan lotion which served as my passenger and greased up the buckle, allowing me to be free from its grasp. Before i knew it, water had filled up the car and my cheeks were puffed out with the only oxygen I had left. I looked around me, but the lake for some reason wasn't crystal clear that day, so all I could see in front of me was my chewed-up whistle that hung around my neck, the whistle which had never actually been blown to yell at someone with. I decided to give it one last hurrah, and sticking the whistle between my lips, I expended the last bit of breath I had to emit an ear-piercing shriek. Little did I know how powerful these whistles truly were-- the windows immediately shattered, allowing me to grab the rescue tube which usually sat in my back seat for emergencies and swim speedily at the surface, bobbing to the top of the lake just as my breath ran out. Thank god for lifeguarding.

It started out like any normal day on a steamy hot summer afternoon. I was blissfully playing my favorite game of hopscotch with my palsies when all of the sudden this man in a biiiig white van with no windows pulls up. He asked us if we wanted some candy, but we’d have to get into the back of his van in order to get it. All my friends screamed and ran, but I was dying for some candy so I gladly hopped in the back to receive my prize. As soon as I got in I was pissed to find no candy and yelled “hey mister gimme my candy you cotton headed ninny muggins!!!” He started to drive away and told me to shut up so I attacked him with my knife and pool stick that I keep in my back pocket. The van started swerving and we were about to plunge right into the lake. So the man jumped out the side door, right before the van hit the water. I was sinking!!! The water pressure kept me from being able to open the doors. I thought to myself, “What should I do? Should I remind you I have NOT done this before?” I regreted sacrificing my knife and pool stick, which were now lodged into the man’s eyeballs. So, I quickly searched the entire van for any useful objects. This man had nothing in here what the hell. Then I remembered I brought my pet Blastoise with me in my other back pocket. I called him out and told him to break a huge hole in the side of the van without killing me. Obediently, he used hydropump to blast a hole and then pulled me out of the van and above the surface. And THAT is how I escaped a car submerged in water. Thank God for Pokemon.

It was late at night and I was on my way home from Stella’s house. I was approaching dead man’s curve and all of a sudden a bird flew into my car from my open window. I began to freak out. I didn’t know what to do. I screamed, flailing my arms everywhere—I finally grabbed the bird and threw it out the window. Right as I looked up, I noticed my car was about to drive right off the cliff! I tried to swerve, but it was no luck—I fell right off. Screaming on my way down, I was thinking about my life and my last thoughts. I closed my eyes and hoped for the best. I heard a big splash and thought I had died, yet I opened my eyes and saw water all around me. I was sinking fast; I knew I had to make a quick decision. I first unbuckled my seatbelt and climbed into the back seat. I tore apart my seat and grabbed the cushion to use as a floatation device. I then grabbed the cigarette lighter—so once I got to shore, I could attempt to have someone see me. I yanked out my tire iron, and SMASH, right into the window. I quickly gathered myself and floated all the way up to the top. I found some dry land at the bottom of the cliff and some washed up sticks, after finally drying—I made a fire. Some woman finally found me and called 911, I was then rescued by a helicopter. And that is why you never should drive with your windows all the way down during bird season.

It’s a warm summer day where the birds are singing and the sun is shining. I’m just cruising along in my brand new Audi A6, listening to the Great Escape by Boys Like Girls nbd, and then I get a special call from my girl. She’s all like “Ay yo pudding pop! Where you at? I made candle-lit dinner with potatoes and all that good stuff.” So then I tell her what’s up and before I know it, my car is airborne. Then comes a giant splash and my car is sinking!! Now I got to think fast of what I’m gonna do to save myself…I decide to unbuckle my seatbelt and grab my brand new car’s radio and throw it to break the window. What a waste. Now water is gushing inside the car and I still need to get the freak out!! I look through the glove compartment and find nothing but original Skittles and Tropical Fruit Bubbilicious…my favorite… So I’m pretty sure that gonna die so I just chill and pop in some of the gum. It tastes absolutely fantastic like a fruity ecstasy!! Then I decide to mix in the Skittles too cause I’m sweet like that and my mouth just explodes with euphoria! Now I blow a bubble and what do ya know? It’s monolithic! It’s sooo big that I start to float out of the gap in car and I suddenly reach the surface smelling like the rainbow!! Pretty sick story right? It’s almost as cool as my tanked car psh…Yeah, that’s my scar story with a radio, Skittles, and Tropical Fruit Bubblicious.

I am driving home one night when my BFF, Mr. Toner, suddenly texts me. I obviiii have to check my phone, this could be like important? So he asked me where I am and I begin to text back crossing over the Veterans Memorial bridge when suddenly I hear a boom like a gunshot. I am flying into the river falling falling fallllliiiinngg. Someone less experienced would be panicked, but I grew up reenacting Alexa Vega in Spy Kids for last ten years of my childhood so I knew just what to do. First I smash the window nearest to the surface with my Uncle Machete’s battle bat which also duos into a flash light. That man in an invention genius, he has all the best equipment for the best spy to get you out of any situation. Which is why when I am havin’ a swim party on the surface in the next couple seconds, you’ll be gasping for air below. Since my car is probably a million tons I will be pretty far down in the river and once I get out, my air supply will be pretty low and just floating to the top may take longer than I am capable of. This brings me to my next item, GILLY WEED, haven’t any of you seen Harry Potter, yes I am a movie fanatic, or at least held up a conversation with Beatrice Cook for five seconds? Once you eat it you grow gills and fins and are able to swim and hold your breath in water. Gosh, you guys would be screwed down there, atleast one of us will be smart enough to have these tools handy. I don’t even need a third tool, how about a new cell phone for when I survive? See you later suckers!

I was finally able to get a little sleep after working the night shift at the hospital, so I wrapped myself in my comforters and shut my eyes thinking of nothing but sheep leaping over the foot of my bed. Then my worst nightmare occured-- my pager went off. Moaning with annoyance, I turned over on my bed to see who on Earth is trying to reach me; it was the E.R. A senior citizen fell down the stairs and was loosing an abundance of blood and I was needed as soon as possible. I throw on my clothes, grab my bag, and I am out the door. It was still dark outside, being 4:30 in the morning, and I was sipping my coffee tuning my radio to the early news. I put my head down, only for a second it seemed, and with my luck, a huge buck deer jumped infron of my SUV! I tried to swerve out of the way, but the slush on the bridge from the snow storm a few nights before made my car slide out of control. I ended up throwing my car over the bridge into the Rocky River. Within seconds The car was submerging into the below freezing water.I had to think fast because not only was my life on the line, but the senior citizen's as well. I then realized I had just the right tools for this kind of situation, oddly enough. In my back seat, from the underground bull riding I do on my days off, I had steel-toed cowboy boots, I slipped them on and broke the glass with no problem. The water was now puoring in, but no worries, I had my scuba diving suit from 2 weeks ago when I went to Cancun with the girls, I reached in my dashboard and grabbed it and threw it on, my body temperature was now back to normal. Finally I had to get myself out of the car, so I reached for my large scalpel which I used for a big operation yesterday, and pried myself free! I then swam to shore and continued on my way to the E.R...... no big deal

I, the ruthless mobster Giuseppe, was driving down to the Jersey Shore to meet up with my buddies Mike, Vinny, Pauly D, and Ronnie when something completely unexpected happened. Blasting Enrique Iglesias and feeling the wind in my over-gelled hair while cruising in my Escalade, I felt something slam into the side of my car. In the blink of an eye, I saw the mysterious vehicle that sent me and my car flying off of a small cliff and into the cold dark ocean. The world started spinning, like the roulette wheel I dropped 10 grand on the night before at a roadside casino. Realizing I was completely submerged underwater, I quickly unbuckled my seatbelt and clawed at the roof of my car, which was more smashed than I was at my sister’s wedding. With little time to waste before I ran out of oxygen, I used my only and most valuable tool, my jacked muscles, to punch through the window. I just barely squeezed through the window, on account of my large muscles, and swam to the surface. Luckily, my girl Snookie found me and gave me a lift to the house.

On a late summer night, I was jammin' to the music with my girls while driving along side the beautiful beach in eastern California. We had just come back from a huge beach party and all the girls were sleeping at my house afterwards. On our way home we had the muchies, so we stopped at a local seaside restaraunt and ordered us some nice greasy food. After chowing away our cravings, we headed home. As we were driving along side a cliff to get to my house, I became very weary and tired. All of the passengers in the car with me had already passed out from their food binge so I was relying on the radio to keep me awake. The song "No Hands" came on, and that was the last thing I remember after I found us completely submerged into the ocean, trapped in my car. I paniced, so I immediately started searching for things to get us out of the car. Obviously we weren't strong enough ourselves to bust the windows open, so I happened to find a bottle opener and started whaling away at the windows. But I hadn't even realized my seatbelt was jammed. So to unjam the seatbelt, I used my dad's old pocket knife and cut through it. Don't ask me how, but my friends somehow managed to bust through the roof of my car by banging on it with their hands and feet (I told you my car was junk). So all at once, I climbed out of the window and the girls swam through the roof to the sruface of the dark ocean.

If I was submerged in water in my car with no way to get out, I would look around for anything to use to get out. Everyone wishes they had the two dollar window breaker sold at Wal-Mart for situations like these, but no one ever actually has it when they need it. I would first look around for anything hard to hit the window with, or a Pokemon card which I could use to get a Blastoise to blow the side of the car off, which was previously demonstrated in the story before me. No matter how strong you are you probably wouldn’t be able to smash through the window like the Italian mobster in the other story, as demonstrated in the mythbusters episode of what to do if your car gets submerged in water. I would pay for some Gilly Weed in this situation but that probably isn’t gonna pop out of nowhere, so I would search frantically for something in my car that could help me break the window, and you never know, you might get lucky.

It was a brisk September morning on the coast of North Carolina when I took a peaceful drive. As I drove about the coast of the Atlantic Ocean, a little dog runs into the road. Surprised and panicked, I swerved off a small bridge right into the ocean. With the car rapidly sinking to the bottom of the Atlantic, I frantically searched my car for three tools that I could use for my survival. Luckily, I had an oxygen tank, an axe, and a flotation device. (Everyone said I was crazy for over packing, but I knew they would not go to waste.) So I set up the oxygen tank and prepare to break the window with the axe. I count to three and take a deep breath. Then I smash the axe into the mirror, cracking it into a million pieces. The water rushes through the window, filling up my car, causing the car to sink faster. I push myself out of the window with the help of my flotation device. I quickly kick my way back up to the surface, almost five hundred feet! Before I knew it, I was at the surface and I instantly began to swim toward the shore.