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Cigam, the supermarket
is
a disaster zone.”
    “Kind of like you, cuz,” Henry said. He scraped an orange glob of octopus off Keats’s cheek. “I think we might have earned it.”
    Keats took a whiff and had to agree. He accepted the coin. “Thanks, Mr. Cigam!”
    “Excellent,” the magician said. “By the by, I have two stepsisters who could use your services. They might be in touch.”
    “You hear that, Keats?” Henry said. “We’re getting to be real pros at magic! I can just hear everyone talking about us now. They’ll all say—”
    BURRRP!
    The loud noise came from the box at their feet.
    “Oh, right,” Keats said. “We haven’t introduced you.”
    “Mr. Cigam, this is one very stuffed slug named Squirt,” Henry said. “Squirt, say hello to the nice magician.”
    As Mr. Cigam peered down at him, Squirt burped again. The slug stretched his plump body to form letters on the plastic box.
    Henry crouched down next to him. “Keats, check this out,” he said, grinning.
    Keats stooped so he could read the letters, too. And then he laughed as Squirt wrote, wats fer desrt?

ABOUT THE AUTHOR
    BILL DOYLE grew up in Michigan and wrote his first story—a funny whodunit—when he was eight. Since then, he’s written other action-packed books for kids, like the Scream Team series, the Crime Through Time series, and the Behind Enemy Lines series. He lives in New York City with two sluggish, snack-loving dachshunds.
    You can visit him online at billdoyle.net .