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Intro. The scorching midday sun battered the dusty country road as the Old Tin Trailer meandered through green hills. Ben Tennyson, bored as ever, grumbled in the back seat, lightly kicking the seat in front. Gwen, as always, was engrossed in one of her thick magic books, while Grandpa Max drove with a serene expression, whistling an old tune. Grandpa, when are we going to get to something interesting? Ben sighed, staring at the cows chewing lazily on the fence. Grandpa Max smiled. Patience, Ben. Adventure sometimes lurks in the most unexpected places. As soon as he finished speaking, the Old Can jerked, stopping abruptly. What was it? Gwen asked, looking up from the book. Grandpa Max frowned. I think we got a flat tire. While Grandpa Max inspected

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