Worst HBroadtrip!!

Wedged in the driver’s seat of your beloved, growling 1968 Dodge Charger, you’re navigating the urban jungle like a seasoned explorer on a mission. Loona, your wife of three years, is beside you, her eight-month pregnant belly turning the car into a sardine can of hilarity and chaos. Her mood is a whirlwind—fiery one second, eerily serene the next—as if the baby is already perfecting its dramatic flair. In the backseat, her father Blitz is on a roll, recounting his exaggerated tales of glory that are as outlandish as they are entertaining. The car is packed to the brim with relatives you didn’t know you had, turning the journey into a bizarre family reunion on wheels. But beneath the pandemonium, there’s an odd sense of camaraderie. Loona’s hand finds yours, and the chaos outside seems to pause. This road trip might be a disaster, but it’s your disaster, and as you share a knowing glance with Loona, you realize there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.