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addition to an app that plays rock-scissors-paper, I did invent an antifreeze.”
    “Hasn’t that already been invented?” Lisa asked.
    “Not one like this,” Doctor Proctor said, holding up one of the test tubes containing the bubbling, ice-blue substance. “If you drink this, it will react with the acid in your
stomach and kidneys so that when you pee, whatever you pee on will immediately freeze and turn into ice, which can be shattered. No matter what it’s made of.”

    “No way!” Nilly exclaimed, clapping his hands with glee.
    “As long as you don’t pee on your own shoes,” Lisa said dryly.
    “I’ll bring along a tiny bottle,” Doctor Proctor said. “But then I guess that’s it.”
    “You didn’t invent anything for
me
?” Lisa asked.
    The other two looked at her.
    “Oh, you’re right,” Doctor Proctor said, looking slightly disappointed in himself. “I guess Nilly does always end up getting to test the inventions.”
    “That’s not really such a bad thing,” Lisa said, smiling bravely. “After all, he enjoys it more than I would.”
    “We could bring some fartonaut powder for Lisa,” Nilly said. “And a big can of baked beans. Beans, beans, the magical fruit,” Nilly sang. “The more you eat, the
more you toot!”
    “No!” Lisa said resolutely. “No beans, no farts. The peeing will be plenty.”
    “Just one packet,” Nilly pleaded. “Just think, Lisa, once we’ve found the gold and we’re celebrating with the queen at Buckingham Palace and you’re all
dressed up and have been dancing with some prince or other who’s taking you on a romantic, moonlit tour of the gardens, then you can impress him by blowing all the leaves right out of the
garden with a single fart.”
    “No, thank you!” Lisa said. “Forget I even asked!”
    “But Lisa, the queen’s gardener would beg us for the invention!” Nilly said. “Maybe Doctor Proctor could finally make some money off it.”
    “Well,” said Doctor Proctor. “Since the Americans don’t want to use the power to send their astronauts into space, I suppose we could bring one packet for the British.
It’s not like it takes much room.”
    “Jell-O!” Juliette Margarine, Doctor Proctor’s girlfriend, called from the kitchen. Which was perfect timing, because they’d just finished packing.
    “Now you guys be careful over there in London,” Juliette said, her face showing her concern as she watched the three of them digging into the Jell-O. “And you promise
you’ll take good care of them.”
    “Yeah, yeah,” Doctor Proctor said.
    “I wasn’t talking to you, Victor, I was talking to Lisa,” Juliette said.
    “Yeah, yeah,” Lisa assured her with a smile.
    “There’s nothing to be afraid of,” Nilly said, trying in vain to stifle a burp. “These Crunch people aren’t even the worst in the world, just the worst in Great and
Small Britain. And we’re three of the cleverest people in all of Cannon Avenue.”
    They toasted to that with their favorite pear soda.
    Afterward, Juliette gave each of them a hug, and they each went home: Nilly to the yellow house, Lisa to the red one, and Doctor Proctor down into the basement to do the last little bit of
fine-tuning on the inventions he was going to bring.
    When Nilly walked into the living room, his mother groaned. “You again?” without looking up from the TV.
    “I’m happy to see you, too, Mom,” Nilly said.
    “Shh!” his sister Eva snarled. “
Total Makeover
is on.”
    “I’ll be out of your hair tomorrow. I’m going to London,” Nilly said, going into the kitchen to pour himself a glass of milk.
    “Can you bring me two slices of bread with salami and a cup of tea, and three slices with Nutella for your sister?” his mother yelled. “And hurry it up, we’re starving in
here.”
    When Nilly came back with the requested items on a tray, his sister Eva handed him a freshly ironed two-hundred-kroner note.
    “For me?” Nilly asked, lighting up.
    “For