But the vehicle seemed ideal to aid in Tails’ quest. And coming from one officer of the law to a hero-in-training like Tails? Well, it was practically like he was commandeering the car. Borrowing it, really.

“Combustion engine.” He marveled at the transport’s sputtering motor. “Crude technology, but I can make it work.” Tails flew through the open window and studied the gearshift.

“Oh, there you are, you little rascal!” the man called from the street. “How’d you fall into a sewer grate, huh?”

Tails had only seconds, but there was one key design flaw with the vehicle. A fox of his size couldn’t reach the pedals! Tails flipped through the many devices on his tool belt until he found what he needed: his custom-made magne-flops. He slipped the flats over his sneakers, and their bottoms created the barest magnetic effect. They pressed the pedals down without Tails having to touch them.

Vrrroooom!

The transport tore off into Green Hills, and Tails heard the voice of its previous driver cry, “Hey! My car!” He’d have to make it up to him somehow. For one, he was going to have to upgrade this vehicle’s capabilities before he brought it back. He could make the changes on the fly, and he’d need to soon if he was going to find Sonic . . . before it was too late.

-Chapter 4