inDUCTed to the Hall of Shame  
 

Wiggle dropped Patrick off at his job next, then she dropped the terriers at home for their nap.

"Is there any place that you would like to go Wiggle?" asked Henry, knowing they would have a few hours before they had to pick everyone up again.


"If we have time, I'd love to go visit the bus on chop row," said Wiggle.  "Maybe I can cheer him up."

"That's really nice of you," thought Henry, trying to imagine how anyone could cheer up a bus that was headed for the chop shop.

It was just like Wiggle to want to try, he thought.
 
 
 
 
Wiggle was nervous as she approached the bus yard where the big busses had been so mean.  

"Just think about that poor bus," Wiggle thought to herself, as she mustered up her courage.
"How do you do?" said Wiggle pawlitely.  

"How does it look like I'm doing," said the doomed bus in a sad voice.

"Things look pretty grim," agreed Wiggle.  "I thought I would come by and help you pass the time."

"That's my problem," said the taped up bus.  "Too much time has passed.  I'm no good to anyone.  I'm a gonner."

"Why, that's ridiculous!" said Wiggle. "We are exactly the same age!  There is still so much life in us!  I have stopped driving the children around, but now I am a DOG BUS!" Wiggle said, trying to give the bus some hope.

"I can't even drive dogs around," sighed the doomed bus.  "They have already ripped out all my seats and sold them.   I used to have a lift to help the kids with wheelchairs to school," he reminisced, "but they ripped that out too.  I have been in-duct-ed to the hall of shame."

"There is no shame in getting old," said Wiggle, knowing full well what he was going though.
 
Henry thought the two busses might need some time alone so he excused himself and went to call his friend Furlock. He walked around to the bus yard office, hoping to use the phone, but mostly, he wanted to let the two busses talk in private.

"I thought things were hopeless once," said Wiggle to the other bus. "I was wrong.  The best years of my life were about to begin."

"The best years of my life were helping kids get to school.  My special wheelchair lift helped kids who couldn't get on those big busses.  I felt so important.  But now all that is gone.  I appreciate your kindness Miss," said the bus, "but it's my time to go.  A bus without a job is only good for parts."
 
 
Henry approached the office to ask if he could use a phone, but he stopped when he heard a man yelling loudly.

"It can't back up.  It has no seats.  Every time we fix it, something else falls apart.  All I can get for that hunk of junk is 300. at the chop shop, and they want 200. to have it towed? Just get it OUT OF HERE!" yelled the man, "put it in the Sunday paper.  The first 100. that walks in this door can have it!"