Twisted Yarn

"You boys din't see nothin', you din't hear nothin'. You got that?" Festus said as he squinted at Jason's horrified expression etched out on his face.
"I didn't see a thing! How 'bout you Jay?" Chris babbled, looking quickly back at Jason, then back at the crazy old coot.
"Not. A. Thing." Jason stared at the blue tarp, almost fixated in a stare.
The old man, satisfied with those answers, shambled back to the front of the truck where his wacked out family stood clumped together.
Just as he shuffled away, Patty popped her head outta the tarp and, amazingly, reached a hand towards Jason and Chris.
"Gurgle, uggg...get me OUT of this truck!" she blurted out of breath, hand sanitizer streaming out of the corners of her mouth.
Without thinking, Jason yanked the older skinny woman out of the bed of the truck, muffled gasps of the other "game" fluttering excitedly underneath the blue tarp.
The two friends and their rescuee sprinted towards their Chevy.
Jason and the others whipped into the car and Jason turned the ignition, starting the car up and driving past the old man and his family.
"You boys off so soon?" he said disarmingly, having not paid attention to the rescue that took place while helping his littlest child learn how to make a loop with their knitting needle into some sort of material that was a pinkish flesh color.
"Yessir. Nice to meet you!" Jason yelled as the car barrelled back towards the highway.
"That was CLOSE!" Chris breathed heavily, and looking in the back at Patty.
The older woman was pulling on her turtleneck and squirting the remaining hand sanitizer into her hands and rubbing them together.
"Thank you boys so much!" she gasped, leaning back into the seat, looking out the back window as her captor and her fellow captives getting smaller in the distance.