Static Teddy

How strange, thought Teddy. The plastic key was in, the pedal was depressed and there was lots of fuel. Even the right fuel. There was no broom broom. No toot toot. No wheee. Not even a rumble.
Teddy expects the nice RAC man will tow it to the garage, where the nice man will sort the problem, and the nice lady will give him a bill. And a chair to sit in.

Teddy had a nice letter from the nice taxman this morning. Apparently he has a nice underpayment of tax thanks to someone not liaising with someone else.

Oh well, thinks Teddy. Sometimes no broom, toot or whee.

Slightly bemused Teddy.