Crash, crash! Aah! Bang! Eeeh!
Professor Spic’s celebrated robot ‘Number 28’, who was supposed to help the village, was instead doing the opposite. People who were outside to see Number 28 were now rushing inside houses, nervous old ladies hiding under the covers of quilts and causing Professor Spic a lot of complaints and trouble. There was no point in listening to the radios or watching the television because the wires were damaged.
“There’s no way anyone can control Number 28.” I mumbled. I knew my uncle Spic was busy, and so was my father who was a news reporter.
“I am going to fix Number 28.” I announced.
“I’m coming too!” my younger sister Maisy cried.
“I don’t know, Maisy… okay.” I sighed.
I grabbed Maisy and we looked for a rope. Once we found the rope, I ran with Maisy. We ran closer to Number 28. I boosted Maisy onto his foot. She helped me up. If I could somehow get up to his tummy and open the door to get to the batteries it would be great!
“I know!” Maisy cried, “Give me that rope.” I gave Maisy the rope. She made a small loop the size of the handle on the battery-room door and then, holding the opposite side of the rope, she threw the loop like a pirate to the handle. It fit perfectly.
Maisy tugged the rope. Her force made the door to the batteries open gradually. We climbed up the rope. I loved how much attention we were getting, with people cheering. We made it to the room where the batteries were stored. Both of us pushed past the batteries and the wires. Maisy brought the rope with her.
We untied the loop from the rope and made a new one tightly around the wires. Finally Number 28 stopped moving. He had enough strength to stand up though. We shoved back past the batteries and Maisy lassoed the handle of the open door again. We slithered down the rope like we were at the park going down the pole. Then we slid down Number 28’s foot.
There was loud applause. We had saved the village! As for my uncle, Professor Spic, he showed he was sorry by fixing the electric wires! After that, my father let me and Maisy talk on the radio and on the television about how we did it and how it felt.
And we became heroes.
