Chad fumbled as he tried to pick up his fuzzy dice with the two thick black rubber tires at the ends of his arms, as his shoulders widened pulling his wheels away from each.
He throttled his engine, "Vr-vroom, vr-vroom, vroom!" He was trying to say, I'm not a car, I am human.
A hand picked up Chad's dice, and stepped back with them. He said, "Follow me, Chad."
It was Coach Sinclair, he was already holding the pink slip in one hand when he picked up the dice.
"Vroom, vroom?" Chad meant, why, Coach?
"Follow me now, Chad, and hurry up. Unless you want the autoshop to disassemble and reassemble you outside the Athletic Building . You'll understand when we get outside."
Chad stepped up his pace to follow the Coach back through the locker room toward the main exit. He kept changing as he walked on his rubber wheels, and growing bigger with each step. By the time he reached the door to the lobby, Chad was rolling on his back wheels. He barely fit through the double doors that Sinclair had propped open.
"Hurry up, Chad!"
Chad raced through the outer doors, and bounced awkwardly down the steps toward the parking lot. His butt widened, then his chest. He fell forward into an empty parking space, stiffened up, and transformed into a cute sports car.
"There you go, Chad. I knew I could count on you." He reached in the bushes and pulled out a giant pink ribbon that he put on Chad's hood.