As the sun arose on the second morn', and the squirrels began to stir, they awoke to a clear Sunny day in Twin falls Idaho at 48 degrees. As they made their way onward in search of their nuts, the temperature slowly began to drop to 31 degrees as they wound through the pass on the way to Las Vegas.

Up ahead, Dirty Deeds found the first stop in Ely, NV. After fulfilling their indulgences and replenishing their sacks, they came upon a wayward stranger squirrelette in need of assistance. She herself was in search of a new drey, but had just purchased a new squirrelette ride that was experiencing issues. Dirty Gesture and Dirty Pickle were quick to offer some assistance to help out this poor squirelette in her time of need. Soon they were on their way as they continued their journey in search of their nuts. Dirty Gesture, knowing (at least in his little squirrel mind) that the state of Nevada had no helmet laws, he doffed his brain bucket and lead the Dirty Squirrels towards browner nut pastures.

As the squirrels came upon the town of Wells, NV they stopped at a filling station where Dirty Sanchez decided to inform Dirty Gesture that Nevada was in fact a helmet state. Obviously the two state troopers they had passed, must have been scared of the group of Dirty Squirrels and decided not to stop them on their quest. Who gets in the middle of a scurry of dirty squirrels in search of their nuts?

The rain continued to shrivel their nuts off and on, until finally, up ahead on the horizon, the site of the city of sin gave promise to hope of soggy nuts, shriveled but finally dried, and a temperature 98 degrees. They quickly found their next temporary drey, slightly off the beaten strip, tucked away where an abundance of nuts may be found. They stowed their rides, put away their gear, and headed off to find dinner.

Dirty Gesture had left something behind in the drey, so told the other squirrels he would catch up and he headed back. He tried to hurry, but after a long day of searching for nuts and not stretching his frail little squirrel legs, he pulled a muscle in his right leg and had to hobble back to the group. As they made their way across the street to food and beverage, Dirty Gesture looked as if he were trying to play an old 80s game of Frogger as he hopped between trucks and cars from lane to lane.

We arrived at the restaurant, as we walked in, the ambiance reminded Sanchez of a strip club. As the waitress walked by with large breasts we smiled. Our waiter did not write down our orders, but had a photo graphic memory. As the food arrived, we realized he did not have the memory he spoke of. Bellys got full.

As Dirty Gesture hobbled his way, in tow of the scurry, we decided to go to the pool and hot tub. We donned our squirrel suits, all but Puinseen who decided all natural was good enough. The pool was closed, but there was a lazy river and a hot tub and we had our first sighting of the girl in the red thong. We found towels at a vending machine. Proceeded to the hot tub. we met our oregon friends and had another sighting of the girl in the red thong. We then tried to return our towels, but as Deeds pounded on the door, the front desk personnel ignored the sound. The pounding of the glass door intensified as staff continued to ignore the sound. Unsure why a response was not given, a patron proceeded to open an unlocked door to our right. We returned to our drey, Puinseen needing a soda, went on his walk about in his underwear throughout the entire complex