“Perfect,” the old man said, grinning. “So where is this junkyard?” 

Right then the sign “Junkyard Dogg” appeared on our left and the old man slammed on the brakes and swerved hard to the left. We almost made the turn . . . except for the giant car-carrier truck that had its ramp down and was blocking the junkyard’s driveway. 

The old man spun the wheel and we jumped over the curb, then flew straight up the ramp of the empty truck and cleared the fence of the yard. We landed with a crashing thud, and Bones and I knocked heads. 

That’s all I remember. The next thing I heard was sirens wailing. I came to in the back seat of the car with Bones sitting next to me. He had a giant smile on his face. 

“Bones, why are you smiling? We almost died!” I clutched my pounding head. 

“Lump, I think we jumped sixty feet in the air!” He clapped his hands with excitement, which only made my head hurt more. “And then we hit our heads so hard we knocked ourselves out—awesome!”

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