21Cecil flopped back into the Rambo Lambo. With a deep breath, he huffed and dropped his forehead to the steering wheel. The horn blared, and dogs barked back at it. People stared. Taxis stopped mid-drive. It wasn’t a typical car horn. It was the roar from the MGM lion.
Cecil stared at the wheel, imagining a tiny lion inside. He cautiously pressed the horn with his thumb again, and it was indeed the king of the jungle. A golden tank roared.
“That’s nice,” Ava said as she got inside. “Not sure it will be helpful in stopping a tractor trailer from hitting you, though.”
He doused his hands in chlorine-scented sanitizer and tried to massage the paint off his skin inch by inch.
“You can’t scrub off all this paint with hand sanitizer,” Ava said.
“Watch me.”
She opened the door to the Rambo
