Somehow, someway, inexplicably, it worked.
I mean, look. Today Lloyd pulled the car up to a busy intersection, parked it on the sidewalk and left the keys in the ignition with all the doors wide open, and also there were piles of 100 dollar bills sitting on the seats. It was still there when he came back to get it.
Lloyd McClendon promptly watched as the controls on his twin-engine Cessna started sparking and flashing, and the plane was going down, down into the ground and he was reading an issue of Archie. As his co-pilot frantically dug under the hood to reattach a few wires through grinding teeth, miraculously landing the thing, Lloyd couldn't believe that Jughead once again would choose a delectably juicy cheeseburger over a trip to the Winter Formal.