And speaking of phones, I needed to check the app again. I carefully pulled out Stevie’s phone so that Yogi wouldn’t see it, but it slipped out of my fingers and dropped to the ground. 

“Hey, where’d ya get that fancy calculator?” Yogi asked.

“That’s not a calculator,” Bones replied. “It’s a pho—” I elbowed Bones in the gut and reached down to pick it up, but G got to it before I did. She snatched it into her mouth and sprinted off and I immediately ran after her.

I heard Yogi laughing behind me. “You’ll never catch that girl! Come on back here, son. She’ll be right back.” 

Thankfully, Yogi was right, G did return right away, but not with Stevie’s phone. Instead, she had a calculator tucked in her mouth that looked like it had come from the Stone Age. She dropped it at my feet and barked again, as if to say, “Hey, check it out.” 

Yogi picked up the calculator and inspected it. “It appears G has replaced your old calculator with one that works!” He looked at G and smiled. “Good girl!” 

No, not a good girl. Bones, however, had not yet realized the epic level of disaster we were now in. He was still smiling. 

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