Hamstersaurus Rex Gets Crushed by Tom O'Donnell

Author:Tom O'Donnell
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2017-11-09T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 13

MY JAW DROPPED. I pulled the note out of my pocket and showed Wilbur.

“Yeah, that’s not my handwriting,” he said as he stroked Mr. Football. “I always dot my i’s with little snails.”

“Jared Kopernik!” I cried.

My mind raced. Jared had intentionally lured me to Wilbur’s house with a fake note? Then Jared must be in on it with Gordon Renfro, too—whatever “it” was! If he wanted me here, that meant he didn’t want me somewhere else.

Without another word I turned and ran for the front door. Wilbur’s words now echoed in my head: He looked into my eyes and told me he needed a bunch of chemicals from the school science lab.

I had to get back to Horace Hotwater Middle School as soon as possible—before Gordon Renfro could get his hands on any more of the ingredients he needed for whatever evil he was planning!

As I burst out of the Webers’ front door and out onto their porch, I nearly smacked right into the girl with the purple hair. I skidded to a halt and we stared at each other for a half second. She opened her mouth and reached into her messenger bag—

THWANG! A disc-golf disc ricocheted off the side of Purple Hair’s head.

“Nailed her!” cried Dylan, standing in a pile of leaves from across the street.

Stunned, the purple-haired girl turned and bolted.

“Wait!” I cried. “Hammie, don’t let her get away!” I tossed the little guy onto the ground. Hammie let out a long sigh and turned to gaze forlornly at a wilting flower in Wilbur’s yard.

“Are you kidding me?!” I cried.

By now, Purple Hair was halfway down the block. Man, she was fast! There was no way I was going to catch her, and neither was Dylan, stuck on her crutches. Suddenly a shadowy figure leaped across her path.

“And so the hunter becomes the hunted,” said Beefer Vanderkoff, clad in full ninja garb. “Wombat style!” He struck a bizarre martial arts pose that, for the sake of argument, I’ll say looked a teensy bit like a wombat.

“Move!” cried Purple Hair without slowing down.

“’Fraid not, sister,” said Beefer. “You. Shall. Not. P—”

Without missing a step, the purple-haired girl kicked him in the gut and kept on running. With a soft murmur, Beefer went down like a sack of laundry. Purple Hair disappeared around the corner.

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