“Woah boy! Do I get a head start?”
Edward’s chest heaved up and down as he tried to catch his breath.
“Come on! The junk yard will be closing soon!”
“So? What’s so important it won’t wait till tomorrow?”
Edward’s eyes widened as he unclenched his fists, he made a box shape with his hands.
“It’s a robot!”
“Really? Like Orphelia?”
“No, older, and it looks like a man, sort of!”
“A robot man…” Cratchett chuckled “so, you think that it’s valuable huh?”
“Somebody else might take it!” Edward implored.
“Well, can’t have that can we? We’ll just have to take my automobile.”
Cratchett’s large automobile resembled a woodlouse in shape, and its carapace flared where it curled over the rubber-shod wheels. Edward leapt over the door on the passenger side into a heavily cushioned leather seat, then fidgeted while he waited for the old man to open the garage doors…wind up the crank in the front of the car…get the engine started…remove the crank…shuffle round to the driver’s side…slowly open the door…lower himself gingerly into the seat…settle himself into position…adjust his leather cap and goggles…
“Alright boy!” growled Cratchett before engaging the throttle and bringing the vehicle to biting point, revving it up so that great clouds of fumes broiled around them. Slowly, he moved the vehicle out onto the driveway.
‘At last!’ thought Edward.
Then the car stopped.
“Just need to close the garage doors…”