Well, after a while, not so very long, all of a sudden, as the monkey boys were riding along through the woods, all of a sudden, I say, their auto stopped. It wouldn't go a bit farther.
"What's the matter?" asked Jacko.
"I don't know," said Jumpo, looking all around.
"Maybe the squee-gee is on crooked," said the red monkey.
"No, that's all straight," answered the green monkey, as he looked at it to make sure.
"Then perhaps the busticated-what's-his-name needs oiling," suggested Jacko.
So Jumpo put some oil on the busticated-what's-his-name, but still that auto wouldn't go any more than a clock will if it isn't wound up.
"Maybe all the wheels are off," spoke Jacko.
So they got out to look, but the wheels were on all right and tight, and the big tires were full of wind like a bologna sausage. Well, these monkey boys didn't know what to do, and they were beginning to be frightened, for they were in the deep woods, where there might be wolves. They began to wish they hadn't come so far, or else that they knew more about autos.
All of a sudden they heard a rustling in the bushes, and they looked around, fearing they might see the burglar fox, perhaps, but whom do you suppose it was? Why, no one else than Grandfather Goosey Gander.