Our teenage advance party leaves their protected suburban enclave for the dark world of DOWNTOWN and promptly becomes lost. Armed with youthful spirit and vague verbal directions they learn that self-reliance means carry a street map. Lucky for them, Momma is not directionally challenged and has mapblast access back at home base. Drizzle, Drazzle, Druzzle, Drome, time for this one to come home! She saves them from uncertain fate (or a wrong turn into the ghetto) and gently brings them out. Thank god I wasn’t paying for the gasoline!