John needs to find the Elvis record he's looking for before the record street closes for good.
John had hoped to beat the crowd, but he was too late. The shop was already surrounded by a bizarre tumult. He looked around and grinned as he figured out a way to maneuver through the number of people, which was flourishing by the minute.
It was then when he found it--the Elvis record he had been searching for. He grabbed it, and somehow managed to get out of the shop without getting caught. It didn't seem to matter anyway; after all, wasn't the whole point of the sale to make sure all of the items were out of the shop?