 A little melted celluloid and some apple peelings. And when Red comes with the rubber, we'll put that in, too. Yeah. I got a big load, Mr. Higgins. Did you? Here. Oh, fine. This is going to mean the end of my tire worries, kids. Dump it in the pot, Red. Yes, sir. Where'd you get all this rubber? From your car. My car? Yeah. I cut up your spare tire. Oh.