CHAPTER 13

JUnk it Up

With our Youtube ship sunk, I was trying to come up with something good for me and Bones to do before the fun police (a.k.a., the Estellicane) came upstairs and sent us to bed. That’s when I noticed the giant dork looking at me like he had a really great idea and couldn’t wait to tell me.

“What is it, Bones?”

He was smiling even bigger now, because he knew that I knew that he wanted to do something really dumb. “Let’s junk it up, Lump!” He said it like we were going on a trip to Disney World. “We haven’t junked it all summer, not even one attempt!”

There was good reason why we hadn’t “junked it up.” Because every time Bones brought it up, I immediately changed the subject.

Bones was talking about the only junkyard in Ridgewood. “Junk it up” was when a kid rode his bike around the junkyard at night, in the pitch-dark, while trying to evade the huge chunks of junk flying at his head.

The goal was to make a complete trip around the circular path inside the yard, what we called “the loop.” For some reason, this was Bones’ idea of fun.

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