You do not have to be a RockStar.
Six cats. Six tricycles. One promenade full of people who were only popping out for Dreamies.
Ride into anyone holding a packet. Swerve round everything else. Slide a finger up and down, or use the arrow keys.
The pedestrians of the promenade have Dreamies. The gang would like them. Ride into anybody holding a packet and it is yours. Ten Dreamies a packet, fifty for a golden one.
Keep stealing without a crash and your crime spree multiplies the take, up to five times. Hit a bollard, a bin, a deckchair, a constable or a seagull and the spree is over. Run out of lives and you are collared.
The longer you last, the hotter it gets: more constables, more seagulls, faster music. A pot of catnip gives you the zoomies, and for a few seconds nothing can stop you.
Everything you steal goes in the bank, on this device, and the bank is what recruits the rest of the gang.
The tune is a new one, written for the chase. The game is drawn in code, in the ink-and-splatter look of our books. Dreamies is a trade mark of its owner, who has nothing to do with this game and has not endorsed it; nor has anybody connected with any other game whose name this one resembles. No pedestrians, constables or seagulls were harmed. The cats are real. They were not consulted.