This is the author's third attempt at hardware humor--Sprockets--A Little Robot and Rivets and Sprockets also featured roguish robots. Since the Consolidated Mechanical Men Corporation had never before had orders to build a robot dog, they weren't too clear about the operation; hence Bolts came out with a trimmed down brain. This, the book explains, is why his speech is so ungrammatical. Fresh off the assembly line (fresh all through the book) Bolts is responding with ""'Reckon I know my own name. I'm no stupe.' 'Well you look like a stupe. Do you know to whom you belong? 'Natch. I been conditioned. Bingo Brown's my master. They don't come better--so don't make no cracks about him, see?'"" The dialogue (maybe all the characters got trimmed down brains) continues in this vein of tough, slapstick rudeness which is sometimes offered as comedy for little boys. Bolts and Bingo, assisted by a mild and foolish Commander and an assortment of other robots, first ferret out some Mongolian foreign agents and then have a rendezvous with an asteroid. Strictly comic book material.