Danger Guys and the Golden Lizard by Tony Abbott

Author:Tony Abbott
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781480486386
Publisher: Open Road Media

SEVEN

It was awesome. It was amazing.

It was like three o’clock on Friday afternoon on the last day before April vacation.

When they heard Zeek yelling “Hut!” the ninja linebackers in the doorway thought they were back on the football field. They crouched low.

That’s where the really brilliant part of my plan came in.

Zeek and I dived over the guys, slid across their backs, landed on our hands, did flips, and hit the ground running.

“Do what we do!” I shouted to the Emersons. Zeek and I broke into our Double N–Double Z zigzag. The Emersons were cool. They did it, too.

Before any of the bad guys figured out what was going on, we were all deep in the jungle.

“Noodle!” Zeek cried, swatting leaves out of his way as he ran. “Incredible plan!”

“Here’s another one!” I yelled. “Into the trees!”

Zip! Zip! Zip! We jumped up into one of the really tall trees. It was great for climbing. Lots of branches. In a flash we were up near the top of the forest.

There were toucans and parrots flying all around, chirping and cawing.

Fuzzy little spider monkeys followed us up, hanging by their tails and swinging on vines.

“Eeep! Eeep!” they cried.

We all climbed some more, then I stopped.

“Hey,” I said. “Why are we climbing so hard? Fingers already has the map. He doesn’t need us anymore!” I sat on a branch and slumped down.

“Noodle’s right,” Mrs. Emerson said. “Fingers will find the Golden Lizard. All he has to do is follow the map.”

“You’re right,” Zeek said. “All Fingers has to do is follow the map.” He dug into his right sneaker and pulled out a wrinkly brown piece of paper. “Yeah, I figure he must be heading toward the Mayville School auditorium by now.”

“Auditorium?” Mr. Emerson said.

Then it hit me. “Of course! My plan to sneak into our classroom to get our speech! You gave that piece of grocery bag to Fingers! Man, you are one sneaky dude!”

“Yeah, well. If you can climb trees, then I can have brilliant ideas. By the time he discovers he has the wrong map, we’ll be so far away that—”

WOCKA-WOCKA-WOCKA!

A deep, angry whirring noise erupted through the air as six very loud, very shiny, very black helicopters came circling over the treetops.

“I guess he just discovered he has the wrong map,” I said. Zeek smiled a weak smile.

Suddenly, dozens of guys in black bodysuits started sliding down ropes from the helicopters.

“Last one on the ground is ninja lunch!” I said, jumping down to the next branch.

Swip! Swip! Swip! Leaves rustled on the jungle floor. I looked down to see Fingers pointing right up at us—and an army of guys in black jungle outfits climbing fast up our tree.

“Uh-oh,” gasped Zeek. “Ninja sandwich! These guys just don’t give up!”

My mind raced. My mind stalled. Nothing. No plans at all.

Just then, the monkey on my branch curled his tail back, caught a vine, and pulled it over to me.

“Eeep?” it chirped.

Some other monkeys pulled vines over for Zeek and the Emersons.

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