G growled, then barked at Yogi.

“I know, girl,” Yogi replied. “They aren’t telling the truth.”

I glared at Bones. “You’re such a bad liar. It took all of one second to figure you out.” 

“Spill the lima beans, boys,” Yogi said.

“Well, we were in math class,” I said, “when one of the goons from the Goon Squad tripped Bones and Stevie’s phone came flying out of his pocket for half the class to see.”

Bones popped up off the couch. “Oh, and we saw the Suits in an orange Cadillac. They’re here.” 

“What do you mean ‘here’?” Yogi said. “You mean, here as in now, our time, 1978?” 

We nodded. “But how did they get here? I thought there was only one of those things.” Yogi pointed at Stevie’s phone in my hand. 

Bones bounced on the balls of his feet like he was about to tell the most exciting bedtime story ever. “Well, Stevie’s dad and their engineering team went to a secret lab for years and made a bunch of prototypes that had the LightYear app on it. Stevie was there the day when the Suits literally exploded in—I mean, it was a huge explosion—the walls of the lab were blasted out and—” 

“Bones, just wrap it up, will ya.” I had to stop the dork from rambling on because Yogi looked like he was about to pass out from information overload.

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