“So long,” called Pee-wee, waving his hand.
“Gee whiz, it was nice in there, wasn’t it? We had a lot of fun there, didn’t we?”
“Sure thing.”
“If two fellers like each other they kind of have fun anyway, don’t they?”
“That’s what they do. You read the books and you’d think you couldn’t find any fun this side of South Africa. How about that, Liz?”
“Kkkkkk,” said the Ford.
“How did you make it do that?” Pee-wee asked.
“It’s the back door on the other side; slam it, will you?”
“Don’t forget we’ve got to hunt for gasoline,” said Pee-wee.
“The boy hunters,” said Townsend, “hunting for gasoline. Leveling his rifle, our young hero crouched behind the garage, fixing his eagle eye upon the distant gas pump—”