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answer is no to either question, then it’s not important.”
    â€œIs he always this hard to wake up?” T.J. asked.
    Dunc nodded. “Sometimes worse. I’ve had to learn to be creative. Watch this.”
    Dunc dropped down by Amos’s ear. “It’s about Melissa.”
    Amos sat straight up. “What?”
    Dunc grinned at T.J. “Works every time. Now we just go downstairs and wait.”
    In a few minutes Amos came down the stairs. A sheet that was caught in the back of his pants was trailing behind him.He passed Mrs. Culpepper on the stairs. Over the years she’d almost gotten used to Amos staying overnight. She scooped up the sheet. “Rough night, Amos?”
    Amos nodded.
    â€œDunc and T.J. are eating breakfast, if you’re interested.”
    â€œThanks.”
    Amos stumbled into the kitchen and sat down, propping his head up with one hand. “Did someone mention Melissa?”
    â€œGlad you could join us,” Dunc said. “We were discussing our plan of attack for today.”
    â€œWe’re attacking Melissa?” Amos said, still half asleep.
    T.J. laughed. “I didn’t know you were this much fun, Amos.”
    â€œHow about some breakfast to help you wake up?” Dunc said.
    â€œWhat is it?”
    â€œOatmeal.”
    â€œYeecchh! That stuff is for horses. Where’s my …?”
    Dunc set a box of Fruit Slams in front of him.
    â€œThat’s better. Now, what are we attacking?”
    Dunc cleared his throat. “We’ve been talking about how to keep the crooks under surveillance today—”
    â€œSpeak English,” Amos growled.
    â€œâ€”and we think it would be best to go back undercover.”
    Amos shook his head. “Melissa is not going to see my skinny legs in green tights ever again in this lifetime.”
    â€œThat’s the beauty of our plan—actually, T.J. thought of it. Melissa will never know it’s you. Guaranteed.”
    â€œGuaranteed?”
    Dunc put his hand on his heart. “Trust me.”
    â€œDon’t say that. I was about to go for it until you said that.”
    T.J. came around the table. “I promise, Amos. She won’t recognize you—that is, not until after we catch the bad guys. Then you’ll probably be a hero. Maybe have to goon TV to tell about it. Talk shows, the news, that kind of stuff.”
    Dunc winked at T.J. behind Amos’s back and whispered, “You’re catching on.”

The boys were in the rest room at the mall. They were helping Amos into his disguise.
    â€œWhat did I do to deserve you guys?” Amos looked at T.J. “It’s bad enough coming from my best friend. But my own cousin?”
    â€œYou were the one that didn’t want to be recognized,” T.J. said. “I was only trying to help. We called Wally’s Custom Costumes, and this was the only thing he had that he could guarantee no one would recognize you in. I thought you’d be happy.”
    â€œI’m supposed to be happy wearing antlers? I’ve gone from Peter Pan to Bullwinkle.”
    Dunc spoke up. “We were lucky to get the costume. It fits in with the season and everything. No one will be suspicious of one of Santa’s reindeer.”
    â€œDon’t you think the store will know if they ordered a reindeer or not?” Amos asked.
    â€œThat’s what’s so great about this plan,” Dunc said. “The store will think you came with the Santa. And the Santa will think you work for the store. It’s perfect. Now, get your head on. The store’s about to open.”
    â€œWait a minute—what are you two going to be doing while I’m watching the store?”
    â€œWe’ll be right there with you, Amos.” Dunc shoved the reindeer head down over Amos’s ears. “Only not as visible as yesterday. If you see anything—yell. We’ll be there in a flash. Don’t