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He could barely tell one from the other. But the sun, shining on his face, told him it was time to get up and start the day.
    He sat down to his usual bowl of cereal. Everything seemed unusually white and transparent this morning. Malcolm figured it was just a trick of the light.
    Mom stood at the stove, making eggs for Dad. Dad sat at the end of the table, reading the newspaper. And Grandma Eunice sat eating her prunes. It appeared to be a normal summer morning.
    Grandma looked shriveled and small staring at the back of the newspaper. Then Malcolmnoticed the light in her eyes. She wasn’t staring off . . . she was reading the article! She turned to Malcolm and winked, then went back to her reading. Malcolm couldn’t help but smile.
    Malcolm poured his milk and dug into his breakfast. Before he got the spoon to his mouth, a bloodcurdling scream echoed down the hall from the bathroom.
    Dad spilled his coffee. Mom dropped a plate. Grandma Eunice dribbled prune juice down her chin. And a moment later, Cocoa came rushing through the kitchen holding the specter detector, her wet hair slapping against her face as she ran past the table.
    Malcolm couldn’t see what was chasing her, but he was pretty sure it was the ghost that had followed him home last night.
    Cocoa raced about, jumping and grabbing her bottom like someone was popping her with a towel.
    Mom and Dad ran after her. Malcolm just sat and ate his cereal. He guessed that the specter detector would fix Cocoa’s spaghetti hair problem. After this, it should be standing straight up!

    Payback was fun, but there was more work to do.
    Malcolm got dressed, then hurried down the street to the nearest mailbox. It was time to send off for another weird gadget. The Ecto-Handheld-Automatic-Heat-Sensitive-Laser-Enhanced Ghost Zapper. Guaranteed to zap the peskiest of ghosts. *Batteries not included.

CHAPTER ONE
WAIT . . . WAIT . . . WAIT

    M alcolm waited on his front porch steps. He craned his neck to the right, looking as far down the street as possible.
    His best friend, Dandy, sat next to him. Dandy wiggled his finger in his ear like he was trying to loosen something.
    â€œWhere is she?” Malcolm said.
    â€œWhat?” Dandy asked.
    â€œI’ve been waiting for weeks, and today is finally the day. I can’t believe she’s late.” Malcolm got up and started to pace in front of the porch.
    â€œWhat?” Dandy repeated.
    Malcolm sighed and then removed Dandy’s finger from his ear. “She’s never this late.”
    Dandy shrugged. “Oh. Well, maybe she had an emergency.”
    Malcolm thought about that. “What kind of emergency would a mail carrier have?”
    â€œMaybe she had to deliver a baby.” Dandy put his finger back into his ear and jiggled it some more.
    â€œShe’s a mail carrier, Dandy, not a stork!”
    Malcolm sat back down and tapped his foot impatiently. He had already used his Ecto-Handheld-Automatic-Heat-Sensitive-Laser-Enhanced Specter Detector. It worked well. Too well!
    Malcolm cringed. He still had nightmares about the major wedgie that prankster ghost, Herbert McBleaky, had given him.
    After that experience, Malcolm had decided that it was no use detecting a ghost if you couldn’t get rid of it. So Malcolm had ordered an Ecto-Handheld-Automatic-Heat-Sensitive-Laser-Enhanced Ghost Zapper. And he intended to use it!
    Dandy looked at his fingers, then burrowed into his other ear. “You never told me the plan. Are we going after Herbert McBleaky?”
    â€œNaw. I think we should detect a tamer ghost first and use the zapper on him.”
    â€œBut where are we going to find a tamer ghost?”
    â€œThere are ghosts everywhere,” Malcolm told him. “We’ll just go on a ghost hunt.”
    Dandy’s face brightened. “Yeah! Like a treasure hunt!” Then he paused. “Except we’d find something scary instead of something fun.”
    â€œNo one