ask the broom refurbishers if they could fit Robot in for a complete overhaul except that would take some real wheeler dealering and Cat didn't think this was his sort of skill. The old woman had cottoned on to his thoughts and decided as they were on a mission to somewhere, except none of them knew where, she'd best book the old Rust Bucket in so they could carry on their way. She'd seen on the Icat gizmo a button which signaled to the broom Team that contact was required so she pushed it. A red glow came from a pad below the Icat thing and a voice could be heard saying ' You rang?' The old woman lent forward and proceeded to explain the dilemma. The voice replied that any challenge was right up their street and the thought of reprogramming a Robot Gizmo was one well worth having a go at except they couldn't guarantee what it would end up as. That wasn't any worry of theirs nor of the crew aboard the broom. The deal was struck as an experimental ' no returns ' type of thing which the details of which the old bat decided were better not told to the Robot which was by now clanking and whirring the most awful of sounds in a worried nervous response to the whispering that it was witnessing aboard the broom. With a spit to her hand and a slap on the Icat pad the arrangement was sealed. She turned toward the Robot saying .....