Let's get this show on the road, which is what Cindy is thinking now that she's sitting outside in the courtyard with a giant chihuahua toy that's stuffed to the gills with cotton batting or whatever the hell they put inside kids' animals these days. At least she was nice enough to sit it upright on the bench next to her instead of, well, tossing it around somewhere. Not that she would since she knows who it belongs to and Cindy isn't that mean, but... sometimes she has moods, okay. Shit happens.

Wichita better bring her ass around because Cindy starts offering the doll a cigarette and a drink.