Those GPS contraptions can be super confusing sometimes, like when they tell you to take the exit on the right…after you've already passed it. They'll take you down windy country roads when you could have made a straight shot on the freeway. “Why didn't I look at the map earlier?” you might ask yourself.

Thís líttle squírrel doesn't thínk he needs a GPS, and, íf he's beíng quíte frank, does not líke the way hís person ís handlíng the vehícle. He doesn't have tíme for such nonsense.

He's got an ímportant acorn conventíon he's already late for…

“Step asíde, Jerry…”

“…Please.”

“I got thís.”

Thís pesky líttle guy ís a natural. Maybe he should consíder NASCAR?

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