Yogi walked toward his truck, but G didn’t follow. She was still sitting in front of us. 

“You come with me, G,” Yogi said. “The boys will be fine.” 

G wagged her tail but stayed put. “Look at that, boys.” Yogi smiled. “G is worried about you.”

He hopped into the driver’s seat and said, “All right then, you stay here G and I’ll be right back.” He started the truck and drove away. 

I looked at Bones. He was still staring at the loop.

“You’re not still all bummed out about the record, are you?” I said. “A four-year-old on a tricycle could Junk it Up on this course, Bones.” 

Bones snapped right out of it, in typical Bones fashion. “You’re right, Lump! And no wonder Quiet Cal never says anything. That must be so hard being the kid who can’t talk.”

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