The Ford Windstar® rolled into the parking lot of the Motorola® National Park. The nameless family piled out of the car and gathered their Coleman® camping gear, and waited while the patriarch paid the admissions fee.
“Psst… kid.. you wanna make some quick money?” The brown-suited man propped up his Samsonite® briefcase on his knee and slowly opened it in front of the youth. Inside was seventy-five dollars™ in ones; enough to fill up the case with 8 bundles of cash. The adolescent reached for the money.
“Nuh-uh… first, you’ve got to do something for me.”