Picked up by a pickup

Sure enough, the two looked up to see an old blue pickup truck driving down the path towards them.

"Hey! Over here!" Pamela yelled out as she and Angela waved their arms to flag the truck down.

Soon enough, the truck slowed down and stopped right next to them. The window rolled down to reveal an elderly woman in her sixties and a chubby woman in her thirties up in the cab.

"Well, well." The Chubby woman drawled, mockingly fanning the air. "Pew! Looks like we got ourselves a couple of stinky babies. One who's got a really bad diaper rash, it seems."

"This is from poison ivy!" Pamela corrected, scratching at herself like crazy.

"Though I definitely have a really nasty diaper rash..." Angela muttered glumly as she peeked down the back of her diaper, blushing profusely.

"Look, can we please get a ride back home?" Pamela begged, "And maybe swing by a store and pick up some tomato juice and poison ivy soap?"

"And baby powder?" Angela added.

"Just what were you girls doing out so late without your clothes on anyway?" The Elderly Woman asked, "Isn't it past your bedtime? Where's your Ma and Pa?"

"Very funny." Pamela deadpanned. "Now are you gonna take us to The Gamma Centauri Alpha Phi House or not?!"

"Gamma Centauri Alpha Phi?" The Chubby Woman asked before turning to the older woman. "Ain't that that fancy girls school house that Lilly went off to when she left the farm, Ma? The one a hundred miles from here?"

"'One hundred'?!" Pamela shreiked. "We walked an additional seventy miles away from campus?!"

"We don't talk about that witch who left the family, Belle!" Ma spat.

"Sorry." Belle apologized.

"Please can you help us get back home?!" Angela begged, the blonde on the verge of tears.

Belle and Ma looked at each other for a bit, the former rolling up the window for a few seconds. After about a minute, the window was rolled down again as Belle said, "Get in the bed. We'll be taken you gals back to the farm to get cleaned up and get that rash off Shorty there. We'll see what happens in the mornin'."

"Oh, thank you! Thank you and bless you!" Angela cheered as she and Pamela climbed into the bed of the truck.

Rolling up the window again, Belle turned to her mother with a smirk. "You still got our old baby stuff in the basement, Ma?"

"Everything from your cribs and toys to your clothes and diapers." Ma replied with an evil chuckle as she started up the truck and headed towards their family farm.