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the top of it and pulled. Josh cringed. He was about to be found out, skulking behind the furniture in a neighbor’s house, like a burglar.
    â€œAAAARGH!” screamed Mrs. Sharpe. “RATS! RATS! THERE THEY GO AGAIN.”
    Josh laughed silently with relief. Scratch and Sniff had run into the room, done a loop around the carpet, and run off out again.
    Mrs. Sharpe and Tarquin hurried out after them. Josh leapt to his feet, jumped over the sofa, and gathered Mom’s hedge birds into the trash bag. He slung it over his shoulder and then climbed through the front room window. He landed on the immaculate front lawn. With Mrs. Sharpe’s screams and Tarquin’s shrieks echoing from the house, he ran for the gate and made straight for home.
    As he reached the corner of the road, he ran right into Danny.
    â€œThere you are!” cried his brother. “We thought you’d been swatted!”
    Petty could be seen hurrying along the road behind Danny. “Oh, thank goodness!” she puffed. “You’ve not been eaten! Now—you naughty boys. Don’t ever do such a thing ever again!”
    Josh and Danny turned and gave her a very hard stare.
    â€œOh, all right,” she muttered, adjusting her spectacles. “I just like to pretend to be a normal grown-up sometimes . . . ”

The camera memory stick slid into Petty’s computer. It clicked and whirred.
    â€œIt’s very powerful but a bit slow,” said Petty, in the green light of the laboratory.
    â€œUm . . . one thing I’ve been wondering about . . . ” ventured Danny.
    â€œYes, Danny?” said Petty. She pushed her glasses up her nose and jabbed at the keyboard.
    â€œWhy aren’t I stark naked?”
    Petty blinked in surprise. “Because it’s a little chilly today?”
    â€œNo—I mean why aren’t there a couple of piles of clothes in the plastic tent thingy where we got S.W.I.T.C.H.ed?” went on Danny. “When we turned into flies we should have flown right out of our pants, shouldn’t we? And then, when we came back to being human, we should’ve been stark naked!”
    Petty laughed. “A good point, Danny. It’s to do with how S.W.I.T.C.H. works. It actually changes all your cells’ energy patterns. And everything that’s connected to them at the point when you are sprayed gets changed too.”
    â€œEnergy patterns?” repeated Josh.
    â€œYes. All you need to know is that everything immediately connected to you changes with you. OK?”
    Josh and Danny nodded, slowly.
    â€œAnd a jolly good thing too,” added Petty. “A pair of identical streaking eight-year-olds is the last thing we need when we’re working together on a top secret project.”
    â€œAre we . . . ?” said Danny, looking at Josh.
    â€œWorking on a top secret project? With her?” Josh shrugged. He hadn’t decided yet. No matter how exciting it was to think of being a dragon one day, it was just so dangerous. Only an hour ago, Danny had nearly been a spider’s lunch!
    There was a ping.
    â€œAh!” said Petty. “Here are your photos, Josh.”
    A series of photos opened up across her large screen. Josh’s finger. Josh’s eye. Danny, his head sideways, laughing hard at Josh for trying to take a photo with his new camera backward and sideways. Then pictures of Mom in the garden, a close-up of the rockery, Danny pretending to be a giant fly, Danny sitting up behind Jenny’s shoulder, Jenny hitting him with her rolled-up magazine . . .
    And then, three really clear shots of . . .

    â€œWhat?” squawked Josh. “Oh no! Where’s Mrs. Sharpe and Tarquin? Now we’ve got no evidence!”
    â€œYou must have messed up the angle,” muttered Danny. “What a waste of time!”
    â€œNonsense,” said Petty Potts, leaning in close to peer at the photos. “You got the hedge birds back for your mom,