Frozen Alley was the start of the loop where you had to weave in and out of some big old refrigerators and freezers on the path. It was all going pretty well until Bones yelled, “DUCK!”

One of the top freezer doors had swung open and nearly taken his head off. Most normal people would’ve turned back at that point, but not Bones; he kept peddling hard, laughing like he was on the best roller-coaster ride of his life.

I was already spent and about to bail off the back, but Bones had somehow got us going even faster. I swear we were about to jump to lightspeed. That’s when Bones whispered, “Get ready!”

I realized then that somehow he thought that if we kept quiet, the Yizzzzza wouldn’t know we were there. What a dope. He forgot that the whizzing from his fat tires and the clanking of my feet off the Barge’s baskets were loud enough to wake the dead.

I quickly realized why Bones had said to get ready. Straight in front of us was a solid wall of old couches. They were completely blocking our path . . . and Bones was still gaining speed, heading straight for it. He whis- pered with excitement, “Sofa Mountain!”

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