Leopold realized that it would be yet another day without lunch money now. It had started so well - a sunny day, been out driving, wind in the hair - but now, as he had just this short piece of road strip left on his journey home, he saw that horrible person, John Bofeldt Jr., up there at the end of the road, waiting for him in his tractor. Oh, that dreadful man in his dreadful tractor! Why can't he leave me alone!?