The Missing Monkey-Eye Diamond by Dave Keane

Author:Dave Keane
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2006-09-17T04:00:00+00:00

“Uh, hold on a moment,” I say. I shift uncomfortably in my seat, and the leather makes an embarrassing noise. I shift a few more times so Earl knows that it was the leather seat and not me who made the noise. But, of course, no matter how much I squirm, the seat doesn’t make another peep. Finally, I give up. “Um…I’d like to warn you that I have experienced some carsickness in the past.”

“Yes, sir,” he answers, and leans over in the seat. He fumbles around in the glove compartment and tosses back a box of Barf Blocker pills.

“Perfect,” I exclaim, my eyes growing wide in amazement.

“Those also might help with your gas problem,” he says as a wall slowly rises up between us. Before I can explain about the seat, the wall clicks into place, leaving me in silence.

I quickly pop in a pill and look around for something to drink. Of course, as my luck would have it, there’s nothing to drink. In growing desperation, I spot a fancy bucket full of melting ice sitting on the seat across from me. But before I can snatch up the shimmering bucket, I experience what can only be described as liftoff.

I am thrown backward like I’ve been kicked by a school of mules.

I land upside down in the rear seat. On my head. I think. I can’t be sure because I am almost instantly knocked out by the ice bucket, which has been launched from its resting place. It bounces squarely off my forehead. Then everything goes black. One half second later, I am shocked awake as the entire melted contents of the bucket explode all over me. I gasp in confused astonishment and clutch my throbbing forehead.

The lump above my eye is not the worst of my problems: The Barf Blocker pill has become wedged in my throat. And although it’s a tiny pill, no bigger than a pencil eraser, I could swear that a speedboat has become stuck in my throat.

Gagging like a tortoise with a fur ball, I hold on for dear life. My stomach has forgotten everything it ever knew about carsickness.

Just as my eyes notice the unused seatbelts, we stop. Suddenly. Very suddenly. I am once again sent rocketing through space and time. I hit Earl’s wall of silence like a wet bag of walnuts.

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