tracks beetle

"This car? Probably not," I said. "I hope not." I threw my staff in the backseat.
"Ow!" shrieked a voice.
Murphy's gun came out every bit as fast as I raised my blasting rod, its tip glowing with a scarlet incandescence.
"Don't shoot, don't shoot!" squeaked the voice, considerably more panicked. There was a flickering, and then Molly appeared in my backseat, legs curled up against her chest, her eyes wide, her face very pale.
"Molly!" I shouted. "Dammit, what do you think you're doing?"
"I came to help. I was good enough to track down your car, wasn't I?"
"I told you to stay home!"
"Because of the stupid bracelet?" she demanded. "That has got to be the lamest scam ever. Yoda never gave anybody a bracelet that - "


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