What do you call a grandpa who drags his grandson to a monster truck show in the middle of a tornado? AWESOME, that’s what!

My name’s Wiley and that’s my Grampa and this is the story of how we braved lightning, hail, and an angry Gramma just to see Colonel Dracula’s ultimate vampire truck, The Mudsucker! You’ll cringe at the Tarantula Burger, you’ll tremble in Drac’s underground lair, and when Gramma catches us you’ll . . .
AAAAAAH!

Oh, and did I mention the giant mechanical lobsters?