“Dad! My bike is broken!”

“Lucy, you're going to have to bring it to me so I can see what’s wrong.”

“But it’s broken!”

“I can’t come out right now to look at it, so you have to bring it to me!”

Grunt. Pant. Shuffle, shuffle. Scrape! Lug. Plonk!

“Phew! Okay, I brought it!” Pant. Pant.

“Oh. Well, it looks like you have a flat.”

“A FLAT!! My bike will never be the same again! It’s all for ruin!”

“What!? No! A flat is an easy fix! No worries! Chill!”

“Oh. Ok. Please fix it!”

“Can you get me my pump?”

“Where?”

“On that shelf.”

“Ok.”

Pad, pad, pad. Jump. Clatter! Clunk!

“Uh, hey! Be careful with that!”

Clatter! Lug. Drag. Scrape!

“Okay!” Pant! “Here it is.”

“Ahhh eighhhhh. Ok. Let me fix it.”

Fumble. Click! Fwoosh! Hisss! Fwoosh! Hisss! Fwoosh! Hissssssss.

“There ye be! Broken, now fixed!”

“Thanks!”

Clack. Wobble, wobble. Whrrrrrrrr, zoom!

“Whoahh! It’s so fast now!”

Whrrrrrrrrr! Vroom!

“Uh oh! AGHHHHHHHHHHH!”

CRASH! Clatter!

“You’re kidding.”

“DAD!!!! My bike is broken!”