Lucky for him, I didn’t respond, because I was too busy thinking about how we’d escape the Estellicane’s wrath long enough to get out to the yard, which was a few miles away. That’s when Estellicane yelled up from the kitchen and announced she was taking a bubble bath.

I looked at Bones. His eyes were as wide as beach balls. He knew this was our chance to junk it up.

“Bones, we’ve got an hour and that’s it,” I said as I headed for the garage, but Bones was too excited not to first celebrate with one of his orangutan dances.

I turned and watched as he chanted and danced around the kitchen like he had lost all bodily function. “Junk, junk, junk it up . . . JUNK, JUNK, JUNK, JUNK, JUNK IT UP!”

The only unwritten rule about junking it up was that you had to ride at night. During the day, there was too much traffic and no chance of not being seen. On our ride over, Bones talked nonstop about our mission.

“Lump, we got to get a picture of the launcher. That thing’s gotta be something really cool!”

The launcher was what the Yizzzzza used to hurl junk at the kids trying to complete the loop.

“Oh yeah, really cool, ya doofus,” I replied. “Remember what happened to V and Woody?”

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