Chapter 4

You ain’t seen nothing yet

I thought the guy looked like King Kong, but not Bones. He was thinking Yizzzzza, the skeleton-like old man who lived in the junkyard. Whoever this was and whenever we were, this guy didn’t even remotely resemble the Yizzzzza.

I was about to ask Bones what planet he was from when the giant man said in his booming voice, “Hello, boys, I’m Edwin Yogalthorpe, but people call me Yogi!” 

As if on cue, a dog appeared from behind one of the junk piles. It sat down in front of us and tilted its head back and forth, staring at us. Then it started barking, in a calm, controlled way. It was almost like it was trying to talk to us. Yogi let out such a booming laugh I swear I felt the ground shake. 

“Boys, this is G,” he said. “She just introduced herself. She’s a little confused because she thinks she knows you, but doesn’t think you’re from around these parts.” 

What was he talking about? Yogi didn’t think the dog was actually talking, did he? I looked over at him. He was smiling broadly at the dog—I half expected him to start barking back. Great. The first person we met in this weird wherever-we-were was at least two sandwiches short of a picnic.

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