Gear Flick

Staying cooped up indoors was getting old—I needed real city terrain! I slipped through the entry threshold and jogged down the concrete steps into the brisk morning air of Ninjago City. Parked right along the pavement curb was a commuter bicycle. I darted underneath the bottom bracket, where the metallic chain links gleamed against the greasy circular cog. Spotting a fallen brass washer half-buried in grit on the asphalt, I scooped it up, squared my stance, and shoved it right down the groove of the sprocketed teeth. It rolled along the notched metal with a sharp metallic clatter, shooting cleanly across the sunny sidewalk!