"Yo, Jeep, time to get going. Finish your drink," Greg ordered.
"Uh, I think I've had enough, my memory's not very clear-" Jeff said.
Greg grabbed him by his collar and said, "I said drink, not talk, Jeep."
Jeff drank. He belched, and Greg laughed, and guided him out the back door into the alley. He then took out the key fob.
Jeff opened his mouth, but it was too late. He was a Jeep, and his clothing was ripped to shreds. Greg chuckled, "Yeah, I don't think you'll be needing clothes again. As soon as I get home, I'm going reset the Chronivac, so your default is a Jeep, and Dad and Mom will remember you just as a Jeep, not as Jeff. Shoulda done that to start, Jeffy." He belched as he walked around the Jeep admiring how his new tattoos translated into detail work of flames and lightning bolts. Greg climbed into the Jeep, and started it up. He backed into a dumpster, and cursed, he hoped he hadn't damaged Jeff's paint job. He drove out of the alley almost hitting a guy with a shopping car. He raced into the intersection running a red light. Instantly, red, white and blue and orange lights were flashing. Greg pulled over. He was three sheets to the wind.
"Okay, license and registration, " the officer demanded.
"You, hic can't arrest me, you gotta arrest Jeff"
"Whose Jeff? You're drunk man. Now give me the license and registration," the officer ordered, then into the radio attached to his uniform he said, "I'm going to need a tow truck at Adams and 4th to pick up a Jeep license plate number JEFFY19.
"Here you go, sir, but you cannot arrest me for driving drunk, because this isn't a car," Greg explained stepping out of the vehicle, and holding the key fob out. He clicked it. The Jeep twisted and reshaped into a naked Jeff.
"What the fuck?" exclaimed the patrolman. He was holding Greg's driver's license showing he was 18, a fake license showing he was 22, a registration slip and a pink slip.
Greg put his arms around the officer and fell asleep. The officer put handcuffs on the perp, and then loaded Greg into the back of his squad car. Then he turned his attention to Jeff who was huddled in a fetal position.
"Okay, big guy, what's going on?"
"I-I'm not quite sure. Uh, Greg's phone has an app, and he, uh, deleted my memories, so I don't really remember much."
"Get in the front passenger seat of my car. Your buddy's taking up the whole backseat," the officer said as he reached into the backseat and pulled out Greg's phone.
He asked Jeff, "You wouldn't know his password would you?"
"8675309," Jeff answered. At least that memory hadn't been deleted.
The officer laughed. The phone was open to the Jeff/Jeep App. He clicked on the reset option.
Jeff shivered and blinked. He remembered. He told the officer everything about the Chronivac, Dad, Greg, and Del and the body shop, and he begged to be taken home.
"Well, I really need to deposit Greg here in the drunk tank, but if I show up with a naked guy in the car, the other policemen will want you to be booked too. It really seems like your the innocent victim here," said the officer smiling at Jeff. "I know my house is on the way to station. I bet I've got some clothes that might fit you, and I'll be back as soon as my shift is over. Then we'll go get your Chronivac back."
The officer used his remote to open his garage. He told Jeff to go in. Jeff streaked up the driveway and into the garage. He headed for the door into the house, but before he reached it, the officer pushed the button on the fob. Then he used his remote to close the garage door on the shiny new Jeep. He woke up blotto Greg, and handed him Jeff's pink slip, "Hey, Greg, you need to sign this ticket, right here."
"Yesh, officer, " he leaned in to read the name tag, "B. Jenkins - BJ, hey, Jeff owes me a bj. Where's my Jeep?" He signed the pink slip. Yawned and laid back down.
Jeff suddenly was aware that he was owned by Benjamin James Jenkins. Oh, this wasn't going at all as he planned.
Greg was soon booked and locked up. He was ranting about his Jeep brother, and asking where his phone was, so he could make his call.
"You didn't have a phone. Perhaps you left it in your Jeep?"
As Ben Jenkins punched out at the time clock, the officer of the watch called out to him. "Hey, Jenkins, you brought in the drunk. Tow truck that was dispatched said no Jeep at Adams and 4th. Think it got boosted after you left? Did you lock the vehicle?"