chapter 24

working the junkyard

Bones and I climbed down from the oak tree, and as soon as we hit the ground, Bones broke into one of his orangutan dances. 

“They had no idea where we were, Lump!” he said, flailing his arms around. 

I didn’t want to pop his big, red balloon by reminding him that two of the goons chasing us were as dumb as rocks. Still, though, I needed to give him a reality check. 

“Bones, we’re stuck in 1978 with no way to get home,” I said. “I’m pretty sure Estelle won’t be too happy when I don’t show up for supper.” 

Bones stopped dancing. “Lump, I’m pretty sure that’s not how it works. If we transport back to the exact time and date, I think it would be like we never left. At least that’s what I hope because I know my mom would be really worried, too.” I thought about it for a second. Maybe he was right. 

“Besides,” Bones said, a big doofus smile on his face, “I’m just happy that I don’t have cancer. It’s nice to feel hungry again. I’m starving, Lump!” 

He started walking down the street, heading toward Yogi’s. I had never known what it was like to not be hungry. Ever.

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