Dinos Are Forever by Greg Trine

Author:Greg Trine
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

He climbed out and toweled himself off. “Great work!” he said. “I just heard about it on the radio.”

“Thanks, Gramps.”

Gramps grabbed his cane and started dancing around the backyard. His granddaughter had just stopped a couple of villains. It was time to celebrate.

Raymond thought so too. He began chasing his tail again, and before you could say there were four Jacuzzi-size holes in the backyard, there were four Jacuzzi-size holes in the backyard. Just like that.

“Come here, boy,” Jo called to her dog. When he climbed out of the hole and walked over, she removed the cape. There were enough holes in her backyard, and she didn’t need any more dog slobber on her shoes.

Grandpa Joe stopped dancing and sat down on the front porch of his little shack. Jo joined him. She grabbed the Superhero Instruction Manual and flipped through the pages.

“It says here that all superheroes need some sort of hideout.” She scanned the backyard—the holes, the fruit trees, Raymond’s doghouse. Then she looked up at Grandpa Joe. “I don’t suppose you’d like to donate your shack to the cause?”

“Nothing doing! This is my home.”

“No problem,” said Jo. “It was just an idea.” She looked at the four holes. Maybe she could add a roof to one, she thought. An underground superhero’s hideout? She shook her head. Nah, too many worms. Next she considered Raymond’s doghouse. It was large enough. It had a roof and a door.

But Raymond was looking at her with an expression that said, “Nothing doing!”

“Hmm. . .” she said to herself. She was a superhero. She had the cape; she had the sidekick; she even had the supercharged vehicle. One thing was missing—a hideout.

“Cheer up, Jo,” Gramps said, rubbing her back. “You have a bedroom. It’s kind of like a hideout.”

Gramps was right. She did have a bedroom, her very own bedroom. It might make the perfect hideout.

Jo jumped to her feet. “Thanks, Gramps,” she called as she ran inside. Her bedroom would have to do, but first it needed some sort of sign to make it official. People needed to know that it was no longer just a bedroom. It was headquarters for a very important crime fighter who drove a very cool vehicle.

She dumped her backpack onto the kitchen table and got to work. When she finished, she darted up the stairs and hung the sign on her door.

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