After taking several hours waiting for the sinister door to open, we're bored stupid but finally it swings open all the way, and a rabid Smurf leaps out.
Matt: "Quick, get him with the laser!"
Dick fires the laser and the smurf is fried to a crisp.
DD: "Well that was an anticlimax"
Matt: "But how do we get out of the tunnel?"
DD: "We'll cut our way out!"
Dick grabs the bolt cutters and starts nibbling through the body of the train.
Matt: "Careful, that's the sewage line! Too late."
Turds flow out on to the road. We decide it's time to get back in the 109 and ram through the rest of the train. I take a long run up and smash into the wreck, smashing it in two. A shard of metal comes through the windscreen, shattering one side and blinding Dastardly.
DD: "Shit!"
Matt: "Just a flesh wound."
We speed out of the tunnel and find the skies full of smoke and planes. We've somehow crossed into 1943.
Matt: "Time travel, I'm sure this has happened before!"
A bomb narrowly misses the Tin Tiger as it speeds down the long stretch of road towards another tunnel. It's hard to tell which country this is, but from the sound of the planes I determined that they we're German planes and this was Britain. Dick, despite not being able to see, is mesmerised by the atmosphere, but it's over very quickly as we speed into the next short tunnel.
As we exit the tunnel, we join a main road, clouting a tricycle and swerving around the road to try and balance the car. I have no idea what position we're in, but we're back in the race. We just have to watch out for the other teams' dirty tactics...