Puffs of smoke came from Poppy.
The smoke was gray.
"Yuck!" said Jeb.
"That smoke smells terrible!"
"Poppy!" said Ms. Fender.
"Come to the garage now.
You need a repair."
"No thanks," said Poppy.
"I'm fine!"
Poppy tried to chase her friends.
But now Poppy had more smoke.
The smoke was thick.
It turned black.
Eddy coughed.
Jeb coughed.
Dipper coughed.
"Poppy!" called Ms. Fender.
"Come over here!"
Poppy didn't listen.
She kept playing.
Poppy tried to drive fast.
But she made even more smoke.
Putt, putt, putt.
Poppy went slower and slower.
Finally she rolled to a stop.
"Uh-oh," cried Poppy.
"I'm out of gas!"