“Wait! Come back with my tricycle!” Eddy shouted, sprinting down the sidewalk after a glowing green blur. The tricycle zipped through the air like it had wings—because, well, it kind of did. It had rocket boosters, holographic handlebars, and a time-dial that spun faster than a merry-go-round on caffeine. And now, it was gone—stolen by something that looked like a talking marshmallow with antenna...
