Fish Finelli Book 1: Seagulls Don't Eat Pickles by E.S. Farber

Author:E.S. Farber
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Chronicle Books LLC
Published: 2013-10-15T16:00:00+00:00

Seagulls Don't Eat Pickles

"Remind me why we’re going to Lyons Island?” asked T. J.

It was the next morning, and I had called the guys over for an emergency meeting.

“We’re going because that’s where the treasure map is,” I said. “And the treasure, too, I bet. You were right all along.”

“You can say that again,” said T. J., grinning.

“That,” said Roger.

T. J. threw a malt ball at him. Roger ducked, and Shrimp opened his jaws and caught it. Then he swallowed it, closed his eyes, and went back to sleep.

“We have to figure out a way to get there before Mystery Man and his partner do,” I said.

“You mean trespass,” said Roger, “since last time I checked, no one was allowed to go to Lyons Island without an invite.”

“What about the man-eating alligator that guards the place and the lion in the basement?” asked T. J. in a low voice. “Mickey told me—”

“When was the last time you saw an alligator outside an aquarium, T. J.?” I asked. “That’s just a made-up story to scare kids away. Alligators can’t live in water as cold as the Atlantic Ocean. And lions need to live in a hot, dry climate like Africa.”

Just then a siren started to sound from inside my house. T. J. and Roger looked at me.

“Dude, what was that?!”

“Finelli & Finelli’s Plumbing and Heating emergency hotline,” I said. “Now listen. We’ve got to figure out how to get a boat quick. If only I had the Seagull . . .”

T. J.’s watch buzzed all of a sudden. “Gotta go!”

We stared at him in surprise. T. J. is never in a hurry for anything. “What’s the big rush?” I asked.

“Pancakes. I don’t want to be late, or Mickey and Mmm will eat all the fluffy ones. My dad always burns the last couple of batches.” He shoved another malt ball in his mouth and took off down the steps.

Just then someone screamed so loud Roger and I nearly fell off the porch. We stared at each other. “Roger Huckleton, you are SO DEAD!”

“Sounds like Summer just discovered the rubber tarantula I hid in her fuzzy pink slippers. Sur-prise! Sur-prise!”

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