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detonated those as well.
    The effect was immediate and astonishing.
    Rather than blow the pickup to pieces, the explosion was shaped toward the rear, and in a huge pulse of white-hot light, it turned the small import truck into something very close to a rocket.
    A rocket aimed exactly at the front window of the Chinese restaurant.
    Amos and Dunc stopped with the first explosion out of the Dumpster and turned just in time to see the pickup leave.
    Or start to leave. It was much too fast to truly follow with the human eye. For one part of a second, the pickup with the polluter in the cab was sitting there, the next it was doing just under two hundred and thirty-seven miles an hour into the front window of the restaurant.
    Luckily it was the middle of the night and nobody was in the restaurant except a cat named Jimmy Yee, who was just in the act of nailing a rat next to the side wall.
    The pickup hit the front window exactly in the center, roared through the dining room, cored the middle of the kitchen, barreled out the back loading door, whistled through a vacant lot, caught a side street, and did not slow down for two and a half miles through the deserted streets of town, when it came to a stop in front of a police station. The man behind the wheel sat while the police came out and took him into custody. They had to carry him, still in a sitting position, into the station, where he sat in a corner and said, “I tunedher up myself, but I think I got the mixture a little too rich.” Then he said it again, and again, and again.
    Inside the restaurant Jimmy Yee unstuck himself from the ceiling, where he’d gone as the truck came through, and dropped to the floor. The rat was gone.
    â€œWow.” Dunc had been holding his breath. “Did you see that?”
    Amos nodded. “I just hope Melissa did.”
    â€œMelissa? Why Melissa?”
    â€œColors,” Amos said. “I never saw anything with so many colors in my life. I wonder if we can get some more of that powder.”
    â€œAmos …”
    â€œFertilizer. Is that any kind of fertilizer, or does it have to be special?” Amos started walking toward home. “I mean, you know, it’s easy to get fertilizer. You can pick it up off the streets in some places. They sell it in bags in the stores. Of course, they don’t call it fertilizer. Uncle Alfred calls it—”
    â€œAmos …”

Be sure to join Dunc and Amos in these other Culpepper Adventures:
The Case of the Dirty Bird
    When Dunc Culpepper and his best friend, Amos, first see the parrot in a pet store, they’re not impressed—it’s smelly, scruffy, and missing half its feathers. They’re only slightly impressed when they learn that the parrot speaks four languages, has outlived ten of its owners, and is probably 150 years old. But when the bird starts mouthing off about buried treasure, Dunc and Amos get pretty excited—let the amateur sleuthing begin!
Dunc’s Doll
    Dunc and his accident-prone friend Amos are up to their old sleuthing habits once again. This time they’re after a band of doll thieves! When a doll that once belonged to Charles Dickens’s daughter is stolen from an exhibition at the local mall, the two boys put on their detective gear and do some serious snooping. Will a vicious watchdog keep them from retrieving the valuable missing doll?
Culpepper’s Cannon
    Dunc and Amos are researching the Civil War cannon that stands in the town square when they find a note inside telling them about a time portal. Entering it through the dressing room of La Petite, a women’s clothing store, the boys find themselves in downtown Chatham on March 8, 1862—the day before the historic clash between the
Monitor
and the
Merrimac
. But the Confederate soldiers they meet mistake them for Yankee spies. Will they make it back to the future in one piece?
Dunc Gets Tweaked
    Dunc and Amos meet up with a new buddy named Lash