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picked up a dart gun, and my smile faded. She aimed it right at me.
    Suddenly, that strange shadow passed over the boat. The Boss looked up.
    I threw the box at her just as she pulled the trigger.
    Pwing! The dart went wild. It hit the motor, knocked it dead, bounced off the windshield, and hit Baldy right in the behind. He stiffened and plopped on his face.
    Zeek and I leaped for the Boss. But she dove before we got to her.
    â€œShe’s getting away!” I shouted.
    Just then, a giant iron arm burst from the water. It grabbed her and hoisted her into the air.
    â€œHooray!” we yelled.
    The mini-sub surfaced, and Mr. and Mrs. Emerson poked out their heads. “Well done, boys. The Coast Guard is on its way. We’ll take over from here.”
    â€œWell, Noodle,” Zeek said, looking around. “I guess that about wraps it up. All we have to do now is figure out how to get back to shore.”
    But I saw something flash above us, and I started to smile. “Zeek, I think our ride is here.”
    We looked up. That strange shadow was passing over us again.
    â€œYou mean …?”
    â€œThat’s right, Zeek, old pal. The tree house roof! It’s been circling the island on the hot air currents. All we have to do is reach up, and—!”
    It was late in the afternoon. The sun was orange in the sky. The wind was ruffling our hair. We were soaring a hundred feet up.
    Zeek turned to me, smiling. “Hey, Noodle, I thought you didn’t like heights, and I didn’t like water. What happened?”
    â€œSimple, Zeek. We don’t like them because we’re afraid of the danger, right?”
    â€œYeah, I guess so.”
    â€œBut the more dangerous it is, the more we like it. Because we’re, well, you know …”
    â€œYeah.” Then Zeek said, “Noodle? Is there anything we can’t do?”
    I thought about that. I looked back at the island. The old ship was riding high on the waves.
    â€œNo,” I said. “I can’t think of anything.”
    I smiled a wide smile and punched my thumb in the air. Zeek did the same.
    Wrong move. Double clutzy wrong move.
    We both lost our grip on the glider.
    We dropped! Umph!
    Luckily it was only a ten-foot drop.
    Even more luckily, we dropped on soft sand.
    Even incredibly more luckily, we dropped on our own beach blanket, right next to my mom and dad!
    We landed in a heap.
    My mom turned away from her magazine and smiled. My dad woke up.
    â€œOh,” he said. “It must be time to leave. Sorry you kids are having such a boring weekend.”
    Zeek slapped my arm and grinned at me.
    â€œIt’s okay, Mr. N.,” Zeek said. “We found something to do.”
    â€œSomething different,” I said.
    â€œYeah, something fun.”
    â€œExciting,” I said.
    â€œYeah, and even a little …”

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ONE
    It all happened in a flash.
    It was my best friend Zeek’s birthday. I was standing on his doorstep, trying to ring the doorbell.
    Under one arm was some of my skiing gear. Skis, poles, and boots. Under the other arm was the rest of my skiing gear. Gloves, goggles, and ski hat.
    In my teeth was a half-eaten Gold Bar Waffle Deluxe ice cream bar. The kind wrapped in gold foil.
    I love waffles in any form. From plain waffles to waffle sandwiches to waffle cookies to waffle chips, waffles are my absolute favorite food.
    Anyway, I was just working loose some fingers to press the doorbell.
    Then it happened.
    KA-FLOOOM!
    The door blasted open, and I was suddenly on my back. Some bug-faced thing all dressed in ski gear flew right across my legs, out the door, and onto the front lawn. Snow sprayed up behind it.
    â€œMom!” called Zeek’s sister, Emily, from the living room. “Zeek’s being dangerous again!”
    Ah, so it was Zeek! Yeah, he’s dangerous. Well, I am, too. We have this danger thing. It just