Gordo was walking through his Living Room when he heard a terrible screeching noise outside the house. This was followed by a loud honking horn. "That must be Ethan's step mom." Gordo thought aloud. He peered out the window and saw Mrs. Craft's car parked in the drive way. Gordo took a deep breath and hoped that this wouldn't be the disaster he thought it would be. He went outside and approached the car.

From the passenger seat where he was sitting, Ethan unlocked the door to the backset and let Gordo in. He greeted Gordo in his usual fashion. "Hey, Gordon. How's it going?"

"Pretty good." Gordo turned to Ethan's mom. "Hey there, Mrs. Craft."

Mrs. Craft looked distressed by Gordo's greeting. "Hay? In the car?" she replied. "Where? I just had the car cleaned yesterday."

"No," Ethan tried to explain to his step mother "he means 'hi'."

"High? Like on the ceiling?" She still didn't get it.

In his mind, Gordo took back all the times he said that Ethan must be the most dim-witted person on earth, and then aloud to her said, "Never mind."

Mrs. Craft started the car up and put the car into drive. Unfortunately, she should have been going into reverse. Gordo screamed "Mrs. Craft! Reverse! Reverse!!" but she didn't understand. She didn't realize what he meant until after she had already crashed through the Gordon's garage door.

"Oooohh... you mean backwards!" Mrs. Crafts switched gears and backed out of the driveway, assuring Gordo that she would pay to have the garage door fixed. Gordo groaned and slumped down in his seat. This was not starting well.

After a couple minutes of silence, Mrs. Craft finally spoke up. "Well," she said, "how about some music? I'll just turn on the radio." She turned the dial, but all that came out was static. Mrs. Craft listened to it for a few seconds and then shook her head in disgust. "That's not a very good song."

"Maybe there's something wrong with the radio." Gordo suggested.

Mrs. Craft agreed"Well, if that's the music they play on it now a days, there's a big problem."

"No, no," Gordo corrected her as politely as he could, "I mean maybe there is something wrong with this particular radio." She motioned like she understood.

Ethan looked out his window. "Hey, Gordon, what's that thing on a car that sticks out and the music come in called?"

Gordo gave his best guess to the question. "An... antenna?"

"Yeah. That's it."

"What about it?"

"It's not on the car. I think it got stolen."

Gordo stretched his neck to see that indeed the antenna was missing. "It looks like it just snapped off.

Could it have happened when we crashed into the garage?"

Ethan's eyes grew wider. "Hey... that could be it. Well, what can we do about it?"

Gordo thought for a second. "Well, I'm no expert on cars, but I think if we took it to a mechanic, they could figure out how to fix it."

Mrs. Craft turned her head to see Gordo in the back seat. "I don't think the radio is that important that we'd have to get it fixed right now. Maybe we could do that later." At that moment, the car lurched backwards like it had just hit something. Mrs. Craft turned back around to see that she had crashed into locked bumpers with the car in front of her.

Mrs. Craft, Gordo, and Ethan just starred in disbelief at the crash for a couple of seconds, until Ethan finally said, "Maybe we better get that antenna fixed now."