The Election-Day Disaster by Ron Roy

Author:Ron Roy [Roy, Ron]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3, mobi
ISBN: 978-0-307-47791-0
Publisher: Random House Children's Books
Published: 2008-08-31T04:00:00+00:00

5

The Disappearing Octopus

KC and Marshall walked back to the White House.

“We need to talk to the guards who worked at the party,” KC said. “Maybe they saw the octopus guy sneak in or out.”

“Unless the octopus was Lauren and she changed inside her tent,” Marshall reminded her. “She could’ve slipped out the tent’s back entrance and the guards wouldn’t have known.”

“Arnold might know who the three marines were,” KC said finally.

KC expected to see Arnold standing in his usual spot, guarding the private residence. But he wasn’t there. The marine who snapped to attention was shorter than Arnold. Like Arnold, he wore a crisp green uniform. His black shoes were so shiny they reflected the ceiling lights.

“Hi,” KC said. “We were looking for Arnold.”

“I haven’t seen him today, miss,” said the guard.

“But isn’t this his usual post?” KC asked.

The marine shrugged. “My sergeant told me to report here,” he said.

“Do you know which marines were on duty last night at the Halloween party?” Marshall asked.

“Sorry, I don’t know that, either,” the marine said. He smiled a little. “I’m not very helpful, am I?”

“Could I ask your sergeant?” KC asked. “Or whoever gives you guys your work assignments?”

“Sure,” the guard said. “Check the guard hut outside the rear entrance.” He looked at his watch. “Sergeant Royce should be there.”

The kids thanked him and raced down the long hallway. Outside the back entrance, they headed toward the guard hut. It didn’t really look like a hut. It was more like a small house, made of brick painted white. A path through a patch of lawn led to the hut. Rosebushes grew along the path.

Marshall stopped to admire a spiderweb in one of the bushes.

“Marsh, we have to find an octopus, not a spider,” KC said.

“It was here,” Marshall said. “What was here?”

Marshall plucked a strip of green plastic that had been hanging on a thorny branch. “The octopus,” he said, holding up the fragment.

“What’s that?” KC asked. “It looks like part of a green garbage bag.”

“I think that’s what it was,” Marshall said. “But last night, this was part of the octopus costume. Remember those plastic strips that looked like seaweed?”

KC grabbed the piece from Marshall’s fingers. It was about six inches long and one inch wide. “You’re right!” she cried. “You can see where someone cut it with scissors!”

Marshall looked around. “No one from the party should have been way over here by this guard hut,” he said. “So why was the octopus here?”

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