After two seconds of thought, Poji realized this place must be magical of some kind. He was transformed into a creature who when they spoke, it would automatically come out as the English language equivalent of what they wanted to say. Somehow, their mind would stay the same and they would be able to understand English.
"You're speaking it."
Poji knew he was speaking English because of the U.S soldiers that were stationed near his house. His father was supposedly a soldier who was stationed under MacArthur, and he left shortly after his birth.
"Do you have any clue where we're going?"
Over the course of the next forty-five minutes, the posse of people were thrown around and beaten by the element of surprise. After the pandemonium was over, the driver began being just horrible to the few drivers on the road. He brake checked them and cut them off.
"Oh, what's wrong? You can't drive right?"
Despite being unable to see in the bus, he had a sixth sense of sort for the likes of making people mad on the road.
"Who do you work for?"
"Get off my case man."
The skeleton didn't care. He enjoyed his un-life as much as possible.
"What are you talking about?"
"Doesn't matter, but we're going somewhere nice!"
"Like mu?"
"How far is that? I think that's near Portland."
The skeleton driver turned to Poji. Even though his face was expressionless it was easy to tell that he was on the verge of laughing at the boy's terror.
"Why do I feel lighter?"
Slowly, he was raising the bus into the sky before a tear in time appeared. It was a mix of black and white.
"Nothing like being airborne."
Like that, they landed in an inter-dimensional place of wonders.