But my mind was still stuck on what Yogi had said before, and before I could say anything, Bones said what I was thinking: “Kids junked it up in the seventies . . . that long ago? Woah.” 

Yogi looked at him like he had two heads. “Huh? Junk it up?” G tilted her head, like she didn’t understand either. 

“Did they make it?” Bones said desperately. “Did they make it, you know, all the way around the loop?” 

Yogi laughed. “Of course they did! I let them ride the loop three times! Then I launched ten rubber chickens at them as G chased them out of the yard, acting like she was a mean, old Junkyard Dogg!” 

G barked loud and howled. AROUUUUU!! I thought that was cool, but Bones was hanging his head as if someone had stolen his Basket Barge. I knew right away what was up. He was bummed to not be the first person ever to Junk It Up. 

“Bones, it’s a totally different course.” I said consolingly. I pointed to the loop’s path. “Look how clean and easy this is. In our day, there’s junk everywhere. And these kids probably just ride right in. They don’t have to bust through the fence doing Mach 2.” 

“Look,” Yogi said, waving his hands, “let’s focus on getting back that calculator thing. It’s a small town and I know where those boys hang out. I’m going to take a ride and see if we can’t get your computer back.” 

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