"Thank goodness we got here on time," she said.
The mechanic tested her steering, checked her lights, her brakes,
and wrote some things on a clipboard.
Then the mechanic checked her windshield wipers, her horn and her
"Here it comes," smiled Wiggle, "my new sticker!"
The mechanic opened the pawsenger side door and scraped off the old
sticker and put on a new one.
"It's a Rejection Sticker," said the mechanic.
"Wigglebus is unfit for duty. She cannot ride until she is
"What needs to be repaired?" asked Patrick. "She looks pretty good
Wiggle appreciated Patrick's sweet words, but an overwhelming feeling
of rejection came over her.
In the world of busses, driving around with a big red R was a thing
to be ashamed of.
That of course, was the worst thing Wiggle could hear. She
felt like a burden to her sheepies, and she was devastated to think how
much all those repairs would cost.
Perhaps the mechanic was right. Maybe it was time to be junked.
"No Wiggle!" said Henry, "don't even think about it. Right now, you
need a break. How about if I get you a ride home?"
"I never rode in a bus riding on a tow truck before," giggled Molly.
Wigglebus looked like a tiny toy riding home on the big tow truck
which was fitting because inside, she felt very small.
"After everything they've done for me," she thought, "I am a failure."
"Patrick, I know our baby is out there somewhere and he needs us.
How will we find him? How will we get to him?"
Patrick looked worried too. He wanted to help Cricket to feel
better, but he was feeling bad himself.
"Wiggle is family," said Patrick. "I can work overtime.
We'll come up with the money. We have to stick together and believe
in the rescue dust."
"You're not going to any garage Wiggle. You're coming home
with us. You need to be with your family right now. We'll figure
this out together. R doesn't stand for reject. R stands for
repair, and that is exactly what we are going to do with you!"