Poppy was out of gas.
"I can't move!" she said.
"Uh-oh," said Eddy.
Poppy moaned.
"This is bad!"
Ms. Fender drove over.
"Poppy," said Ms. Fender.
"I told you to stop playing.
You didn't listen!"
Poppy looked at the ground.
Jeb pushed her to the garage.
Everyone followed.
Ms. Fender put out the smoke.
She gave Poppy a new tire.
Then Poppy filled her gas tank.
"Um, Ms. Fender," said Poppy.
"I'm sorry I didn't listen.
I was busy playing."
"I know," said Ms. Fender.
"But you can't always play.
You must take care of yourself."
"Okay," said Poppy.
Then she raced over to Eddy.
"Tag!" said Poppy.
"You're it!"