I'm not sure how I held onto his phone but I did, and when I looked at it, I was amazed to see that it was still recording. This was going to be an epic video. From my landing spot, I could see Bones' legs sticking straight up in the air.

"You okay, Bones?" I whisper-yelled.

Silence. No answer.

"Bones!?" Nothing.

Great. The kid's got cancer, and now he's got a broken skull to go with it.

Then I heard the laughter. It scared me at first He was laughing so hard that he had given himself the hiccups. "Lump! That"—hiccup—"was"—hiccup—"epic!"

     I grabbed a dirty old couch pillow lying next to me and threw it at him. "You bonehead! You nearly killed yourself—and me! And you're laughing about it? You're an idiot." Secretly, though, I was laughing too. He was right. That was epic.

Bones whisper-yelled back, "Hey, Lump, did you get all that on video?" Before I could tell him the good news, a toaster came flying through the air from behind a giant pile of junk off to the right, ahead of Sofa Mountain. It was bee-lining, straight for Bones.

"TOAST!" I screamed.

Bones flipped over onto his knees and stuck his head up. SMASH! The toaster crashed into the wooden leg of a couch next to him, snapping it clean off. It had missed Bones' head by an inch.

He looked down at the toaster, then back up to me, "Woah, Lump! That was close!"

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