Chapter 5 drive, drive

Kasper and Zobel proposed to Mr. Minister of Police to go to his house and fetch him a replacement uniform. —But, unfortunately, Mr. Dingbermore's changed uniform was sent to the laundromat just yesterday morning, and the laundromat will have it ready by next Wednesday at the earliest, or maybe Thursday or Friday. "That's all right," Kasper said. "You don't have to wear a uniform. Sure, there are other clothes?" "Well, no wow!" The Minister of Police groaned, explaining that he had no clothes in his suit cabinet, not even his trousers. "The reason," said Mr. Police Minister, "is that, as you know, I'm always on duty, and when I'm on duty, I have to wear a uniform."

"Then, how about doing this?" Caspar thought for a while and said, "Come to our house first. We will try our best to do what we can. Grandma won't object—how?" Grandma totally agreed. Kaspar and Zobel went to the old woman in the street vegetable shop to borrow a wheelbarrow and an empty wooden barrel for pickling cucumbers. However, it was not easy to get Mr. Ding Beimo to agree to put it in a wooden barrel and move it into the house. "Do you think I'm a cucumber?" Mr. Ding Beimo yelled angrily, "How can officials get into such an empty barrel!"

However, in the end he got into the barrel.Maybe because there is no other good way. Kaspar and Zobel put the wooden lid on the cucumber bucket and stood it in front of the car, ready to go. "Wait a minute!" Grandma yelled, "Don't be so panic! The door where the water pump is placed is unlocked! If you're not careful, Huo Zhenbo will steal the fire engine too!" "But that fellow has another key—Mr. Dingbermore's key! With that key, he can get in from anywhere he wants!" "Nevertheless!" replied the grandmother, "what should be done must be done according to the rules, even if it is of no use at all!"

Kaspar and Zobel waited for Grandma to close and lock the door where the water pump was kept, and they pulled the cart.Grandma turned to the back and pushed. On the road, when people saw these three people, they would think that they bought a bucket of pickled cucumbers from the market and were moving them home. If someone got close to it, they must have heard someone muttering incessantly in the barrel.It was a chirping little cursing: "Damn it! What is the air here! If I can't do it, my body may not be able to get rid of this cucumber stain for the rest of my life!" "Also, where is it as narrow as here! It makes me feel lumps all over my body. Ah, my nose hurts! Oh, it hurts, this time it's my left shoulder! You think my bones are made of rubber and my head is Is it made of cotton?"

As the car moved forward, the Minister of Police became more and more impatient in the bucket.Moreover, the more impatient, the louder the curse. Grandma couldn't help persuading the Minister of Police two or three times: "Please be honest, Mr. Police Minister! Please be honest! Don't others feel strange when they hear your voice?" Granny's persuasion was in vain, and this time Kasper and Zobel sang: Drive, drive! Rice noodle balls with soup! The carriage runs fast, Keep using the cream! Hi all year round, Drive, drive! Grandma also sang along. In any case, the three of them covered Mr. Ding Beimo's voice with their own voices.