Bones groaned. “Augh! What are we going to do? I’m starving!” 

Yogi laughed and pulled into the empty lot, then drove around the corner of the building and swung into a spot in the back lot. That didn’t make any sense. What were we going to do? Just wait here until noon? 

“So what’s the plan now?” I asked. Yogi didn’t reply. He just got out of the truck and shut the door while Bones and I stayed in our seats, staring at him through the window. 

Yogi jingled his keys in the air. “No need to wait boys,” he said, grinning. “The cleaning crew has arrived!” 

Well, technically, it wasn’t a crew, because it was only Yogi. He said he worked nights cleaning the place, and he had a deal with the owner that he could invite anybody in for ice cream. 

Basically, it was the world’s best job ever. Bones and I hopped out and walked into the empty place. We both went for a chocolate crunch-covered swirl cone, and Yogi even let us work the machine ourselves. It probably wasn’t the best idea to hand the reins over to Bones, though. He couldn’t figure out how to shut off the dispenser so he ended up with a foot-long cone.

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