We're wondering what you're thinking, Arthur Nix. 'Cause ever since you rode your bike into that car, and were quickly whisked away by ambulance, you've been so pensive and quiet. Did your arm heal faster than your heart did, Arthur?

Oh, if we had the power to trap anything that could hurt a human being inside a jar we'd send it far from Earth and watch it explode in the sun to the cheers of everyone. But, alas, that can't be done.

So, Arthur Nix, we came to fix your bicycle. Heavy things sure can come outa nowhere. But when it's finished, we could take it for a ride. You might need it to outrun what's on your mind.

That cast you've got on your arm's full of names but when the doctors take it off you'll sure be glad. And in camp you'll play Four-Square everyday. Just remember to remember it can still be just as fun as yesterday.