Poor Zing and Zang had to clue this time. It made no sense to them.
“What’s a Rockin’ Roger? What’s a 50’s diner? Why would you have a diner in an old car? Why would you stick it up so high? Even earth people aren’t that tall!” Zang slumped in dismay. He’d learned to love earth food, especially burgers, fries, and malted milk shakes.
Zing pondered. “Let’s go invisible, teleport up there, and check it from the inside.”
“Okay. Ready? Go!”
“It’s empty. And dusty. No earth people at all.”
“I see McDonald’s down the street. Come on, we can eat there.”