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said to Max and Kevin in the bathroom: “The dude is, like, invincible.”
    Plus, from my map I knew that Ryan’s was the house nearest the toddler park.
    Evidence was mounting!
    I blinked at the picture of him on my computer screen. Could it be? And if it was, how much trouble did I want to get into trying to trap the principal’s son?
    Nolan Byrd was nervous, but Shredderman was mad! Who cared about trouble! We needed truth! We needed justice!
    Justice? All of a sudden, my brain had a dangerous thought.
    And Shredderman loved it!
    Oh, yeah! That’d be justice, all right! Poeticjustice! But I had to set it up just right. I had to
time
it just right. And if I messed up or if I was wrong… boy! I’d be in big trouble.
    Colossal trouble!
    No time to think about that! Time to put the plan into motion.
    Step one: Make the Tagger mad!
    I found a picture of a chicken on the Internet. I imported it and started chopping it up. I put the chicken’s head on Bubba’s body. That would make the Tagger think I thought he
was
Bubba! I enlarged the chicken’s feet. I pasted them where Bubba’s shoes used to be. Now I had Bubba’s body with a chicken’s head and big ol chicken feet!
    It still needed something.…
    I enlarged the chicken’s tail and pasted it onto Bubba’s butt.
    Ha ha! It looked bigger than ever!
    And fluffy yellow!
    Then I took a purple
Du-uh
talkie bubble fromone of the graffiti pictures and pasted it next to the Bubba-chicken’s beak. And under the
Du-uh,
I added,
I’m the Tagged.
    I sat back and checked it over.

    Looking good!
    On my home page I built a link to the chicken page that said:
    ATTENTION: TAGGER!
    I KNOW WHO YOU ARE,
    AND I WILL PROVE IT!
    (Click here for a clue.)
    I made another link called
Tagger Damage
that went to a page of graffiti pictures. It wasn’t fancy or even that much—just a grid of pictures with labels—but at least it was a start.
    I activated the updates.
    It was time to spread the word!
    Anybody that’s ever written to [email protected] is in my Shredderman address book. By now I’ve got
hundreds
of e-mail addresses saved up!
    And one golden one: [email protected].
    I get nasty e-mails from Bubba almost every morning. He hates that his butt is on the WorldWide Web, and I think he checks my site first thing every day.
    But now this was good, because even if the Tagger didn’t see the site on his own, Bubba would tell him all about it.
    So I clicked on Compose and made a new e-mail that said TAGGER ALERT! in the subject line and typed:
    You’ve seen his handiwork. On the Green Machine, on the hallowed walls of Old Town Square, on our historic Cedar Creek Bridge, even in the tube slides of a toddler park. The Tagger is hateful and harmful and (let’s not mince words here) duuuu-uuuuh-dumb!
    Do you want to see what this villain looks like?
    Do you want to know him for what he is?
    Then go to shredderman.com and click on the Attention: Tagger! link. (Younger viewers, beware — it is not a pretty sight! Parental approval advised!)
    I laughed. That was sure to get kids clicking like crazy!
    Next, I went to my address book, selected
all
the addresses, and sent them over to the Bcc box so everyone would get a copy but no one would know who else was getting copies.
    I reread my letter. I spell-checked it. Then I set the priority to high so there’d be a bright red exclamation point when it arrived. I looked everything over again, held my breath, and clicked Send.
    Just like that, copies flew through cyberspace!
    To hundreds of different houses!
    Boy, I love computers.
    Just for fun, I went back to my site and checked it over. But then I noticed the little clock in the bottom right corner of my monitor.
    3:45 A.M.?
    How’d that happen?
    I saved, shut down, and hopped into bed. Andthe next morning, I staggered to school on less than three hours’ sleep. No power-walking for me!
    But the minute I was on campus,
boing,
I woke right up.
    The police were there!
    The