"Oh, my God! It's full of stars!"

(Last words heard from Dave Bowman in 2001 before he goes into the Monolith...)

Whatever was in Marsellus Wallace's briefcase in Pulp Fiction is is now in that chest.

"Vincent...Vincent! We Happy?"

"Yeah...We Happy.(exhales)" (closes the lid)

Vincent ran as fast as his young colt legs could take him. The heavy chest weighing underneath his right arm, and in his left hand he held a grip on Stephanie's, who remained clutched to Mr. Urse-Urse.

The neighbourhood bullies had been going around stealing toys from the children, including Vince's hand-held game system. He saved up all summer for this toy, and he wasn't gonna let this injustice go unnoticed. Stephanie held lookout as he took the trunk in the bad kids' clubhouse, appropriately modeled after a treasure chest, and the two made a bee-line to the nearest field, where they couldn't hide, but they couldn't be snuck upon either.

Mr. Urse-Urse was squeezed tightly to Stephanie's breast as Vincent wrenched open the rusty clasp keeping the lock closed. Prying the top open, Vince found some of the toys, including his game system. However there was a lot more in the box than just electronics, baseballs and other things. Knives, firecrackers and zipguns were also in the box, along with several bags of medicine and leafy stuff. This was deeper than either child wanted to be in.

Stephanie's ears perked up, her feline ears hearing the rabble of the bullies shouting in the distance. They had to run.

They had to run now.