Max groaned, huffing and puffing as he came to, his blurry vision gradually locking onto the smoking, totaled engine of the DeSoto. As the rabbit jolted, Sam's hat nearly fell off of Max's head and the dog's tie he was loosely wearing almost knotted in the steering wheel, practically leashing him to it as he groaned. "... S-See, Sam? This—this is why you shouldn't let me drive, heh—"

The lagomorph turned his head to Sam, only to see his best friend's head open and blank still. Like it'd been earlier... empty of a brain, as some unknown creep had stolen it. "... You're really knocked out, huh? That's... fine. Get your sleep, you big puppy..." Max sighed. "I'll get your brain back... no matter what." He hummed as he turned his attention to the museum ahead.

He untied Sam's tie from the wheel, sighing and carefully stretching out with a wince from his sore joints as he hopped out of the DeSoto. "Oooh my aching back..."