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\u201cThey must have changed the lock years ago.\u201d \u201cAhem,\u201d Dylan said. \u201cAnd who predicted this? Why, Dylan Vlissing!\u201d \u201cYou must need, like, one of those plastic cards,\u201d Mason suggested. \u201cOr maybe a fingerprint,\u201d Kate added. \u201cOr a retinal scan or facial recognition or vocal sound wave or some other biometric measure.\u201d \u201cSO BASICALLY WE\u2019RE DOOMED!\u201d Sara squawked. \u201cWE DON\u2019T Dylan was sniffing at the bottom of the door.<\/p>\n

\u201cSomebody\u2019s been here recently. I smell Cheetos.\u201d He began scratching at the doorframe. His claws gouged the wood, loosening little sprays of sawdust. I joined him, adding my claws to the effort. I nearly smacked Mason, who appeared beside me, trying to bite his way through. And you know what?<\/p>\n

It felt soooo good. Seriously, it is awesome to chew and claw through things. Soon Dylan\u2019s hole widened enough to connect with my hole. Together we made a shape that looked roughly like a camel. When our holes finally made a tiny opening to the other side, Dylan called out, \u201cCome on, Beasties, dig in!\u201d<\/p>\n

We all joined the destruction. Even Sara was clawing out pieces of door. Finally, when the hole was big enough for all of us to slip through, we had to stop and catch our breaths. The hallway echoed with the panting of a rat, raccoon, hawk, parrot, and water bug. Dylan peered into the hole. \u201cDark room. Very dangerous. You go first.\u201d \u201cMe?\u201d I said. \u201cAnd then what? Politely ask the light to switch on all by itself?\u201d \u201cI\u2019M NOT DOING IT,\u201d Sara said.<\/p>\n

Kate let out an impatient sigh. \u201cClear, please! This is a job for a brave Beastie.\u201d She squeezed herself through the splintery hole. It tore off a few feathers, but she didn\u2019t complain much. For a few seconds we could hear her flapping around inside the room. Then a high-pitched grunt. A thud. A bad word I won\u2019t mention. And finally, a snap\u2014and the room was bathed in harsh white light. Mason skittered inside first. His tiny voice came back to us: \u201cWhoa.<\/p>\n

Just whoa.\u201d \u201cAre you already human again? No fair!\u201d Dylan pushed Sara and me aside and dived into the hole. \u201cClear, please\u2014yeoww!\u201d Dylan was stuck in the hole, a twerking mass of striped fur. \u201cGET HIM OUT!\u201d Sara urged. \u201cNo\u2014push me in!\u201d Dylan demanded. I looked at Sara, and she nodded.<\/p>\n

We paced off a few steps and prepared to run at his backside. \u201cWhatever you do,\u201d I said, \u201cdon\u2019t fart.\u201d She and I ran hard and slammed into him. \u201cThat\u2019s worse!\u201d Dylan cried, still stuck. \u201cIf you disfigure me, I\u2019ll\u2014\u201d \u201cSUE,\u201d Sara shot back. \u201cWE KNOW, WE KNOW!\u201d \u201cI think I can make the hole bigger.\u201d<\/p>\n

I climbed on his back and began chewing at the wood as fast as I could. \u201cThat tickles,\u201d Dylan complained. \u201cHuuur . . . hur-hur-hur-hur!\u201d After a few moments, when the hole was wider.<\/p>\n

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For Bobby and Josie and also for Tina, Nick, Joe, Jennie, and Mom, the loves of my life, but mostly for Bobby and Josie 1kitap1.com\/en Contents Cover Title Page Dedication Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 After About the Author Books by Peter Lerangis Copyright About the Publisher 1kitap1.com\/en 1 WITH ONLY THREE HOURS left as a human being, I forgot my allergy meds.<\/p>\n

If I were smart, I would have gone home to get them instead of boarding the bus. If I had missed the bus, I might have been late for school. If I\u2019d been late for school, I might have missed the field trip. If I\u2019d missed the field trip . . . Well, let me put it this way. Because of what happened on that weird April morning, I still touch my mouth to feel whiskers that aren\u2019t there. I\u2019m also afraid of birds, and I start to drool when I pass garbage cans.<\/p>\n

But I\u2019m getting ahead of myself. First, my name is Riley P. Trent. Most people don\u2019t call me by my real name. Because my eyes water on allergy days, some people call me Cryley. I don\u2019t like talking to people, so others call me Shyley.1 But that morning I got a new nickname. That\u2019s because I sneezed about a thousand hundred times on the bus ride to school.2 Kids were screaming \u201cEw!\u201d so loud that people on the sidewalk looked up from their phones\u2014and New Yorkers almost never look up.<\/p>\n

So the bus driver called me \u201cSneezy Snyder\u201d (which in New York sounds like \u201cSneezy Snydah\u201d). I managed to sniffle my way into my sixth-grade class at Loeser Academy.3 Our teacher, Mr. Sen, reminded us we were going on a trip to see the meteors at the American Museum of Natural History. Which, I have to admit, is the coolest place in New York City. If not the world! But I was the only kid in class who didn\u2019t cheer. Instead, I sneezed. I reached for the pocket tissues I keep on my desk.<\/p>\n

But someone had stolen them, so my sneeze sprayed everywhere. \u201cYuuuuuuck!\u201d bellowed a kid with cauliflower hair, freckles like a planetarium sky, and imported Italian Gucci buttery leather loafers.4 He flomped flat on his back, shrieking, \u201cSend me to the nurse! I have secondhand snot exposure!\u201d In my opinion, that is not funny, but everyone laughed anyway. And when Mr. Sen told him to be quiet, he farted.<\/p>\n

Which made everyone laugh even harder. Even quiet, polite Sara Simpson.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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