Lump,” he said, “she thought the phone was a broken calculator. Does that one actually work?” 

I gave him the “you’re an idiot” look and said to Yogi, “My stepmother bought me that calculator for my birthday, so I really need it back.” 

Bones looked at me incredulously. “Estelle bought you a calculator? Did she get you some pencils, too?”

The buffoon still hadn’t caught on. Yogi was watching us, grinning. “Well, of course we can get it back if that piece of junk is important to you.” Yogi looked at Bones. “I assure you that the one G brought works perfectly.” 

“Yes, well, thanks, but I’ll take my junk back,” I said. How ironic that something we could get billions and billions of dollars for was now sitting in a junk pile. 

Yogi whistled and yelled, “Return!” G took off. “She’s really the greatest thing that ever lived, isn’t she?” Yogi said. I nodded, but all I really cared about was getting Stevie’s phone back. I held my breath. 

What if G couldn’t find it? What would happen to us, to Bones? We still didn’t even know what year we were in. But a few seconds later G came barreling around a corner, ran up to me, and dropped Stevie’s phone at my feet. 

Thank goodness. It was definitely time for us to get out of here. I picked up the phone and got on my banana-seated bike. Bones, who was already on the Barge and riding down the street, shouted over his shoulder, “Thanks, Yogi. I love what you’ve done to the place, it looks so much better!”

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