One beautiful moonlit night when Limpy-toes had gone with Dr. Whiskers to see Mrs. Hop Toad, a wild plan entered Wiggle's mischievous head.
"Let's borrow the automobile without asking Limpy," he whispered to Wink. "It will be sport to run it all our own selves. This is a dandy evening."
"S'pose something breaks?" objected Wink.
"Huh, you can't hurt the old chug-chug! We'll take turns cranking it. Let's ask Pete and Dickie to go with us."
Stealing quietly away while Scamper and Uncle Squeaky were busy, they managed to start off without being seen.
"Come on for a joy ride, Pete, and fetch Dickie," invited Wiggle.
The Grasshopper brothers hopped briskly in and away they whizzed. Down Grasshopper Lane, through a pine grove, along Skunk Avenue, past the Lake, on and on, only stopping here and there to twist up the spring.
"I'm getting tired of so much twisting," declared Wiggle. "It would be good sport to coast down Crooked Hill."
"Come on!" cried Wink gaily. "Guess we'll not need much twistity there."
"Can you steer straight?" asked Dickie doubtfully.