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Finally, The Hooded Fang said, “I’ll give you one last chance. I’m going to make my most horrible face, and you’re going to scream loud enough so that the other kids know you’re afraid of me.”
    “Oh no, I won’t! Oh no, I won’t!”
    “
Oh yes, you will!
”
    “I won’t, I won’t,” said Jacob Two-Two, “because I know your dreadful secret.”
    The Hooded Fang retreated a step.
    “You’re not horrible,” said Jacob Two-Two two times, “and you’re not disgusting, mean, vicious, or vile.”
    “Ssssssh,” said The Hooded Fang, clapping a hand over Jacob Two-Two’s mouth as two guards passed outside. “Somebody might hear.”
    “You admit it, then! You admit it, then!”
    “I DO NOT.”
    “Every time you leave my cell,” said Jacob Two-Two twice, “I find a chocolate bar hidden somewhere. Or a bag of gumdrops.”
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about. …”
    “You do! You do!”
    “Possibly, they just drop out of my pockets. I have a sweet tooth – I mean, fang – you see.”
    “You’re not evil,” said Jacob Two-Two. “You’re not evil.”
    The Hooded Fang bared his sharp, terrifying fangs. He growled. He grunted. He rolled his eyes. He leaped up and down.
    But Jacob Two-Two didn’t tremble. Neither did hecower. Instead, he leapt up and down, growled, grunted, and rolled his eyes right back.
    “Cheeky! Oh, I never,” said The Hooded Fang, indignant. “I – I’m feeding you to the sharks at two o’clock tomorrow afternoon.”
    “If you lead me out of this cell tomorrow,” said Jacob Two-Two, “I’m going to hug you and kiss you. I’m going to hug you and kiss you.”
    “Oh, God, no! You wouldn’t.”
    “In front of all the guards! In front of all the guards!”
    “I hate children! Oh, how I hate children! You’ll be the ruin of me.”
    “Not if we make a deal,” said Jacob Two-Two. “Not if we make a deal.”
    “What sort of a deal?”
    “I wish to have a letter delivered immediately to the intrepid Shapiro and the fearless O’Toole.”
    “Child Power! The Infamous Two! Oh no! Never!”
    Which is when Jacob Two-Two bounded into his arms and began to hug and kiss him.
    “All right! Okay! But cut out the mushy stuff at once.”

CHAPTER 14
    nce having digested the contents of the letter, the intrepid Shapiro and the fearless O’Toole did not hesitate. Swiftly, they shed their clothes and donned the Day-Glo blue jeans, the golden capes, and the T-shirts with
Child Power
emblazoned on the chests. Then they strode to the enormous toy shop on Regent Street, lingering behind at closing time, cleverly concealing themselves behind a counter in the model section.
    It soon grew dark, and the hours slipped past, seemingly one second at a time.
    “Do you think Jacob Two-Two got it wrong,”
    whispered Shapiro to O’Toole. “After all, he’s still a very small boy.”
    Another hour passed. And then Mr. Fox appeared, his eyes hidden behind dark glasses.
    As the leaders of Child Power watched, amazed, Mr. Fox cautiously opened a Tiger Tank model, removed a vital part, and slipped it into another box containing … a Spitfire model. He then plucked a piece from the Spitfire kit and dropped it into the Tiger Tank kit, before replacing both boxes on the shelves. Then, laughing out loud, he slipped over to the section where the electric trains and racing-car sets were displayed and began exchanging wires here and there, ruining both sets.
    As The Infamous Two watched, aghast to witness such villainy, the nefarious Mr. Fox began to work more quickly. He moved to the counter where the most difficult two-thousand-piece jigsaw puzzles were kept and busied himself switching pieces from box to box, making it impossible for a boy or girl to complete either puzzle successfully. Mr. Fox began to work faster, faster, and faster, for a toy saboteur’s work is never done. Removing batteries from toy boxes that promised “batteries included,” he slipped wrong-size screwsinto