Backseat Drivers

WHERE ARE MY GLASSES?

Nobody knows, grandma! I’ll just read it to you. OK, it says: “Backseat Drivers is a chaotic co-op game about two hapless knuckleheads stuffed into one car. You are one of them.” Huh.

HOW AM I MEANT TO DRIVE THIS THING?!?

Hmm. Good point. You don’t see so good. And you’re too little to see over the wheel. And the brake pedal came loose and slid under your seat.

“But don’t worry! With the help of your younger and, more importantly, taller backseat helper, you’ll, um, you’ll definitely be able to get from A to B without causing too much damage. Probably … uh, maybe.”

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!!

I’m TRYING to help you keep your license! The DMV’s gonna take it away on your next test if we can’t prove you’re still safe on the r– WAIT WHY ARE WE REVERSIN

Ooookay, then, let's just smudge past this car … Graze ‘round this column... SPEED PUMP! ... Hey IF YOU DON'T SIT BACK DOWN I'M GONNA TURN THIS CAR AROUND

WHERE ARE WE GOING?!

I DON’T KNOW!! Well, if we get out of this parking complex we can go get ice cream… But, um, I don’t think the ice cream’s gonna last while we're over this lava pit.

Hey, why don’t we get lunch at the diner? It’s just over there — down the street, through the subway, up the alley, over the wooden plank bridge, and past the construction site. 

Oh, wait, we gotta get the tires checked, can we stop at the mechanic too? But not the last one we went to. That guy swapped the window roller with the steering wheel.

WHAT’S THAT, SONNY?!

That’s a LAMP POST, grandma! HIT the BRAKES!! And turn down the radio!!! LEFT! More left! No! Your OTHER left! Stop, stop, stoooooppppp!!

WHO EVEN ARE YOU?!

I’m your GRANDSON! What the hell!