Ye ol' recap: The gang road-tripped to Arizona. Mort wanted to protest the new immigration law. The other fellas wanted to meet chicks at the Phoenix Hooters. But Rudy put Hooper in the GPS and they wound up in Hooper, Utah. Or, rather, 100 miles outside of Hooper. On a dusty road. Without gas. Or snack foods. And no cellphone service. Or internet access. Or useful tools of any kind. Obsolete technology ... except a manually-powered bullhorn. You and you @#$% GPS got us into this mess!!! Can you use that thing to call for help?
To recap: Rudy lost a cellphone inside the café. Low on batteries, the phone began to periodically beep. But it couldn’t be located because the sound was just too short. Was it under a couch cushion? In a drawer? The trash? All that was certain was the ensuing madness. Will it go away if I move to deep space? BEEEP. It is quiet in outer space. BEEP. Only headgear I could find at my house. Left over from a date. BEEEP (weird).