“Buddy – come here and help me get the cover off of Dad’s car. We’ll take it for a ride!”

“OK, we got it off –  let’s take it for a ride! Where’s the gas pedal?

” I’m trying to feel it,  but I can’t find it. “

“Let  me look a little deeper in the engine compartment – it’s got to be here somewhere!”

“Crosby, I think I see something – come look – is that Dad’s race car?”

“No, Buddy, you’re wrong – you’re in the car cover,  not the race car!”

“And that’s a 1949 Chevy pick up truck that he is working on. His race car is a burgundy Cobra.”

“Crosby – I think I see it – there’s a snake on the hoodie thingy over here and it says COBRA- is the snake going to hurt us?”

“No, Buddy, it won’t hurt you.  That’s just an emblem with the Cobra brand name of Dad’s race car on it. Look at those exhaust pipes snaking out from underneath!”

“Uh-oh…there’s a snake underneath? RUN, CROSBY, RUN!!”

“Buddy, there’s no snake. Listen to the engine – it’s noisy when he starts it!”

“Crosby, is this where we sit? You drive and I sit on this side flirting with the ladies? What’s that white handle in the middle?”

“That handle is the gear shift. If I could reach the clutch pedal with my left foot, I could shift with my right paw and we could take it for a ride!”

“What’s that chrome thing sticking up behind the driver’s seat? A roll bar??? To protect us if we roll over??? That’s it- I’m outta here, Crosby!”

“I’ll just stay here inside my Superkitty cape that protects me from everything bad…”

“Buddy, you have so much to learn…”