Connie rumbled and she shook, she shook and she rumbled – and oh boy did she rumble! She rumbled low, then lower, then even lower yet – almost as if she was boiling inside! It’s a special time when the bus gets mad.
From the back of the bus Clive heard Michael say “Uh, guys, I think we’d better hold on now.” He’d clearly been through this before.
All the kidoodles grew quiet. Little hands gripped the edges of the seats and nervousness rippled through the group as Connie’s trembling and rumbling grew more and more intense.
“I don’t like this!” whined little Maisie, looking all around her.
“Me neither, nuh-uh,” agreed Rufus, one of the tiniest kidoodles.
“Just hold on,” said Michael – “and hard!”
And he was right, for just at that moment the shaking grew stronger yet, and the bus started to move.
“Hold on!” cried Clive the driver as he gripped the wheel. “This isn’t me, guys, this is Connie, taking charge!”
A sudden surge of moaning and groaning passed amongst the passengers as the front wheels started to lift off the ground.
“What’s happening!?” cried Lucy. “I’m scared!”
“We’re taking off!” hollered Pedro.
“Well, it’s your fault!” replied Juan, his brother.
The front of the bus lurched forward and up, and a high metallic shriek grew from under the hood.
“We’re floating!” hollered Emily.
“We’re moving!” bellowed Leah.
And moving they were. Forward, and up, into the sky, toward the high, thin clouds of early morning. They gathered speed, grew faster and faster, and when the kidoodles finally found the strength to look outside they saw that everything below had gotten so very, very small! The houses, the cars, the people, had all fallen away, and it wasn’t long before they were completely left behind.
And that’s when the kidoodles started to realize what was going on.