"Are you crazy? We’re being towed!"

A vehicle was approaching fast. It was another Laika, but barely recognizable. It was painted a garish, neon yellow, with a massive front bumper welded out of scrap metal and a spoiler that looked like it had been stolen from a plane wreck. The car drifted to a halt sideways, spraying mud across Jakub’s shoes.

"That's the plan," Jakub said. "Got a few more deliveries before sunset."

"We have power!" Jakub shouted.

"Alright, Turbo," Jakub said. "Lead the way."

"We made it," Uncle wheezed. "But I lost the bread during the drift."