“Huh? Are you telling me we’ve been chasing those boys and the Ching with no real chance of transporting back to our time?” 

“Well, no!” Chief said defensively. “I have a doctorate from Peking University in astrophysics, remember. I’m sure I would’ve figured out a way . . .”

Chief looked at Joe’s wide eyes glowing at him through the darkness and he gave in.

“Fine, Joe. We had no chance without the Foozle.” 

“Woah, that’s cool! Luckily I brought one then, huh?”

“How did you get it here anyway? Dr. Yang said it was impossible.” 

Joe shrugged. “I just grabbed some of that invisi-wrap we saw when we were touring the lab and wrapped it in some of that. Dr. Yang said the Foozle worked just fine.” 

“No,” Chief corrected him. “On the tour Dr. Yang said they hadn’t had a chance to test the Foozle yet and it might work. But they had never properly tested it. I suspect that’s why Dr. Yang took my Foozle from me. She thought we were going to implode at transport.” 

“Oh, well I’m glad it worked out then, Chief.” Joe’s bright white teeth smiled at Chief through the darkness. 

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