It was a dark and stormy night. The whole family was moving to Washington. The moving van was going up, up, up on a windy mountain road, not on a highway. Swerve, slide, skid, CRASH! Within the box, inside the van, you ended up all jumbled up with all the other toys. It was quiet then, and you could hear the sound of rain. No, not rain, but running water. There is an unpleasant smell and Mr. Truck Driver wasn't there. Oh my!