The Wabbit and Wabsworth got to work on the new system and took it to a friendly shopping centre. They'd managed to persuade Turbina the Jet car to test it out and although she was reluctant at first, she saw sense in the enterprise. For a week's supply of salad sandwiches, she agreed to take part. Shoppers thought it was a raffle and tried to give Wabsworth money. He gave everyone a receipt and smiled nicely. At first all went well. They injected the air cushion and Turbina rose in the air. The Wabbit grinned and patted the hood. Wabsworth kicked the tyres and lit the fires. Turbina engaged her engine, and she floated round in a circle. "So far, so good," said the Wabbit. Turbina wasn't so happy. "I've no control of height, Commander." The Wabbit nodded. "We're working on that." Turbina could be bad- tempered. "Better work on it quick, I'm going to have to engage my jet with the new lattice drive." Wabsworth shook his head. "Not inside the shopping centre, please." Turbina powered up. The blast broke several windows and sent three men's suits spiralling into the air. Turbina continued to rise. An enterprising member of staff opened the sliding roof windows and Turbina shot right through them. "What next?" Turbina was remarkably calm. The air cushion began to disintegrate and disappeared into the atmosphere. Turbina flew in the sky above Valle Aurelia. Her voice crackled over the supermarket loudspeakers. "Your idea needs work, Commander." "Back to the drawing board," murmured the Wabbit. "I know a nearby bar," said Wabsworth.
