Lugs

      This time we were in hot pursuit of Grant Larson, the noted cat burglar.  Dumbrow and I had been waiting in his old Yugo outside the Findings mansion all night for Larson to show.  When he finally appeared, Dumbrow was too slow to react and Larson was quickly off in his Aston Martin.

      We gave chase but we didn’t get very far.  Two blocks later, the Yugo got a flat tire.  All was not lost though because I use GPS and figured out a short cut.  There was still a chance to get to Larson’s hideout before he got rid of the stolen goods.

      So Dumbrow jumped out and started to change the tire.  He unscrewed the six lugs, you know, those hexagonal nuts that hold the wheel on.  He put them on the hubcap and then pulled the wheel off.  Then, in a move only Dumbrow could have managed at a time like that, he stepped back onto the hubcap, flipped it over, and sent all the lugs rolling down into a sewer drain.

      Without the lugs, there was no way to put the spare tire on.  And there was no other car in sight to help us out.  The jig was up or so Dumbrow thought.  But he was wrong, as usual, because we had something better than a spanking new car to rely on...namely my virtual brain.  I thought of a way to get us going again. 

      Do you know what I did?

Nano Solution_____________________________________________

      “Did you drive the car on three wheels?” you ask.

      But even as the words come out you know they will be met with Nano’s imperious sneer.

      “Au contraire, my simple-minded friend.  I merely suggested that we take two lugs from each of the other wheels, as a temporary expedient, and get a move on!  Dumbrow did so and we barely made our arrest.”