The states pile into an absurdly large van, which is somehow still too small for all 50 of them. The journey? Unpredictable.

🚜 Ohio: “Okay, we’re leaving at 6 a.m., sharp.”

🍎 New York: “NO. We’re not leaving before breakfast.”

🎰 Nevada: “I’ll just get the coffee.”

🌾 Nebraska: “If we stop for food every hour, we’ll never get anywhere.”

🔥 Kentucky: “You say that now, but wait until I get you a fried chicken sandwich.”

🐊 Florida: “I’m already setting up the playlist.” [queue the chaotic mix of country music, EDM, and 80s rock]

🌊 California: “No, no, we need some chill vibes. Something like lo-fi hip-hop.”

🔥 Kentucky: “NO.”

🌾 Nebraska: “Please just let us listen to one audiobook. I swear.”

🍑 Georgia: “Can we listen to something southern? Anything with a banjo.”

🌵 Texas: “Banjo music? Try again.”

🎰 Nevada: “Alright, enough talk. Who’s driving first?”

🚗 FIRST STOP: GAS STATION MAYHEM 🏜️ Utah: “I need to use the bathroom.”

🌾 Nebraska: “I’m getting snacks.”

🔥 Kentucky: “I’m filling up the cooler with ice cream. You know, for emergencies.”

🍎 New York: “Uh, we’re not stopping for ice cream, Kentucky!”

🐊 Florida: “I’m in the gas station buying every single energy drink.”

🌊 California: “What is this, a fueled nightmare?”

🍑 Georgia: “Hey, Texas, can you pay for everyone?”

🌵 Texas: “I am not paying for all of you.”

🍎 New York: “I’ve got it covered. It’s fine.” [slips a $100 bill to the cashier]

🔥 Kentucky: “Are we all gonna get food for the road? Because I’m not hungry now, but I will be.”

🎰 Nevada: “Let’s just get a whole bunch of junk food and call it a day.”

🚜 Ohio: “Wait—everyone is getting something? That’s like, 50 different things…”

🌊 California: “I’m getting kombucha. I’m staying healthy.”

🍑 Georgia: “We’re supposed to be a team here, people.”

Everyone is already ignoring Georgia and getting what they want.

🌲 Oregon: “I’m getting some trail mix, at least we’ll have something that seems responsible.”

🔥 Kentucky: holding up a bag of fried chicken “I’m good.”