Bones hurriedly gulped down the bite of burger in his mouth and washed it down with a swig from a small bottle of Coke he’d gotten from one of Yogi’s ten vending machines.

“Yogi!” he shouted. 

The door of the shack had already swung shut, but Yogi stuck his head back in. “Yes, Bones?” 

“We call it Sofa Mountain, and the Yizzzzza always went behind—” 

Yogi put his hands up like he was surrendering. “I’m so sorry to interrupt, but that’s future talk and I shouldn’t be hearing it.” He whistled to G, walked back out the door, and said, “Enjoy the rest of your meal, boys!” 

Bones ate the last bite of his burger, then said, “So what’s the plan, Lump?” 

I hated when he said that. He was unbelievably good at it, too. He knew I had no clue what we were going to do, but he’d always come right out and ask me anyway. Thankfully, my brain had gotten a tiny break when I was in burger heaven, but now it was back to reality. How were Bones and going to get back at home? I stared out the window, searching for an answer. 

Oh crapolla. The Goon Squad was back. Gordo and Mazz were jumping off their bikes in the front of the Yard and signaling to Quiet Cal to stand guard.

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