Free Chitty Chitty Bang Bang by Ian Fleming

pair of monkeys ... shove 'em in just before closing ... five thousand francs ... keys of the safe are in the till ... when the old geyser goes for the change ... then Soapy can use the jelly."
    Trying to make head or tail out of these mysterious sentences, Jeremy snuggled up alongside Jemima and, lulled by the speed of the car and the rush of the wind, and knowing, as children always do know, that their father and mother would soon rescue them, he too went fast asleep.
    It had been three o'clock in the morning when the children had been kidnapped from the Hotel Splendide, and it was eight o'clock when the gangsters' car drew up outside a deserted warehouse owned by Joe the Monster in the suburbs of Paris, over 150 miles away from Calais.
    And it was precisely at this moment, when the gangsters were carrying the bundled-up children into the building, that the miniature radar on the hood of CHITTY-CHITTY-BANG-BANG held steady as if she knew that this was the end of their journey. Then, perhaps because of a short circuit, or perhaps for some other reason quite beyond my understanding, CHITTY-CHITTY-BANG-BANG's powerful klaxon began to go "GA-GOO-GA, GA-GOO-GA, GA-GOO-GA," and just went on doing it, making the most horrendous din you can imagine.
    Commander Pott and Mimsie were instantly awake, and with, I am sorry to say, a very powerful swear word (it was "Dash My Wig and Whiskers," if you want to know), Commander Pott leaped out of his bed, pulled on some clothes, and dashed downstairs and round to the garage to find what the electrical fault was and stop it before they had the whole population of Calais, led by the police and the fire brigade, charging round to find out who was responsible for the horrendous din. You can imagine his astonishment when directly he tore open the garage doors and stood face to face with CHITTY-CHITTY-BANG-BANG, there was one last "GOO-GA" and then dead silence.
    "Now, what the devil's the matter with you?" said Commander Pott. And as if in reply, the giant head lamps suddenly blazed on and off in one gigantic wink of warning.
    Commander Pott was even more puzzled. "There must be something terribly wrong with your electrical system," he said sympathetically. "Let's see what the matter is," and he went to open the hood. But then, for the first time, he caught sight of the thin little radar antenna sticking up in front of the windshield, and he stopped in his tracks. "What in heaven's name ..." he had just begun, when Mimsie came dashing across from the hotel.
    "The children," she cried desperately, "they're gone! And their clothes too! There are the marks of a ladder on the window sill and somebody's been at the window breaking in! They've been kidnapped, I know it, by those awful men we ran into yesterday! For heaven's sake, Jack (which she always used as short for Caractacus), What are we to do?"
    Commander Pott didn't argue, or say are you sure, or how do you know, or even go to see the evidence for himself. He knew that Jeremy and Jemima would never have left the hotel of their own accord and certainly not, he added realistically to himself, without having had any breakfast. He looked from the tearful Mimsie to CHITTY-CHITTY-BANG-BANG and suddenly he knew, he knew absolutely for sure, that that was the meaning of the radar device, and that the magical car had sounded her own horn both to wake them up and because she knew where the twins had gone.
    "Here, darling," he said urgently. "Here's some money, be a good girl, and run over and get the rest of my clothes and pay the bill. CHITTY-CHITTY-BANG-BANG knows where they've gone. Don't ask me how, but I know it for sure, and we'll get after them."
    As Mimsie ran off, glad to have something to take her mind away from her fears, Commander Pott jumped into the driving seat and pressed the self-starter, and at once the great car, with her usual:

    CHITTY-

    CHITTY-

    BANG-

    BANG
    leapt into life and Commander Pott steered her out and across the