“Do… do you even know how the brakes and steering wheel work?” Figaro asked nervously, buckling me and himself up. Rosie and Gerald stepped onto the bus and settled somewhere in the back. As soon as her head hit the seat, Rosie fell asleep with a quiet snore.
As I hit the gas pedal, the bus lurched forward and we started to speed down the hill we were on. With a sharp right turn, the bus SQUEEEEEEKED and swerved on the rubber road as its wheels kicked up tons of soil!
Due to my excellent driving skills, we made it to the end of the Hammy Hills by the end of the day. Figaro and Gerald seemed pretty shaken by the end of the ride, but Rosie was still fast asleep. With a sigh of relief, we all got off and breathed the fresh night air. Gerald and Rosie went on their way after wishing us a good night.
“What’s a brakes and steering wheel?” I asked. The bus tilted, bounced, and jolted as it accelerated on the springy rubbery road.
“You did NOT once use the brake pedal.” Figaro scowled at me. “We could’ve crashed into something!”
“Well my feet couldn’t reach it-” I started, but then the bus started slowly moving on its own behind us. Figaro and I tried to open its doors but they were firmly locked.
“What did you do?!” Figaro shrieked, his face turning a pale ghostly white. “It’s moving on its own!”
“I- I don’t know!” I gasped. “Did you do anything while you were fixing it??”
All by itself, the bus suddenly accelerated and started driving away from us as its headlights started radiating a strange orange light. At one point, it looked like the bus was about to crash into a sign, but avoided it by going around. We tried to catch up to it, but it went too fast for us and we soon ran out of breath! Figaro told me he didn’t do anything weird to it. It’s still a mystery to us today as to what happened that day, and we never did see that bus again after it disappeared over a hillside.