Bones looked at me, then at the cow, and then—I swear on all my Xbox games—he actu-ally went back to tugging on the Barge.

“Bones!” I screamed. “GET OUT OF THERE!”

“I can’t!” Bones yelled back, far too calmly. “It’ll crush the Barge!”

“YOU BAFFOON, GET—”

Luckily, just as the cow’s hooves were level with Bones’ forehead, Bones gave one last huge tug and the Barge came free, sending him and the bike careening off Sofa Mountain. A split second later, the cow landed on a glass table right next to where Bones had been.

SMASH! I ducked, using the leather loveseat as a shield for the glass shrapnel rocketing through the air. When I looked up again, the only thing left of the cow was its head.

Bones looked at the cow’s head, then at me, then yelled, “Holy cow!”

He chuckled at his little joke and got back to work, shrugging off his near-death experience. Apparently, freeing the Basket Barge and getting back on the path was way more important to him than the threat of severe bodily harm.

I jumped down from Sofa Mountain and landed next to him. “Bones, we gotta get out of here, now! You almost got destroyed by a giant flying cow!”

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