Hot Wheels

When they arrived, everyone was out front. Tiburon and the Piranhas stood off to the right, waiting. The prisoners were guarded by Bob. Pete added the still dazed Jack Hatch to the prisoners.
“Anyone call the police?” Ty asked.
Bob nodded, “Jupe said he was going to.”
Pete looked around. “Hey, where is Jupe?”
A terrible moan came from inside the garage. Jupiter stood among the litter of smashed cars. He was staring at the demolished remains of something they couldn’t recognize. Then Bob guessed what it was.
“It’s your new Honda?”
The little blue and white car was a total wreck! Hatch had smashed into it again and again.
“No wheels.” Jupiter groaned. “And now I’m broke, too!”
The others comforted their despairing leader as best they could. Ty promised he’d help Jupe get an even better car.
“There’ll be some insurance money,” Ty said. “And we’ll think of something to make extra cash.” He smiled. “Hey, did you call the cops, Jupe?”
Jupiter sighed. “When I saw my car, I forgot.”
Then he managed a weak smile. “Well, at least we got the chop-shop ring, and cleared you, Ty!”
Police cars suddenly appeared at both ends of the street Officers jumped out with guns drawn and ran toward the guys and their prisoners. In the lead were Detective Cole and Sergeant Maxim.
“Hey,” Ty said. “That Sergeant Maxim thinks he finally caught me red-handed, guys!”
And with a big grin, Ty raised his hands in mock surrender. The Three Investigators just laughed.