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an eyeball in the back of your head.
    No one expects it!
    No one suspects it!

    And once you figure out how to take pictures backward, it's amazing who you can catch In-The-Act!
    I love my spy-pack!
    I was testing out my remote control when Mom asked, “Why in the world are you doing all that?”
    “Because you never know,” I said.
    “But I'm sure he'll just let you take pictures of him.”
    I grinned at her. “But I'm sure the Mole won't.”
    Her eyebrows went up. “You think he'll be there again?”
    “I have a sneaking suspicion.”
    She shook her head. “You're invited to watch the filming of your favorite show of all time, and you're thinking about the Mole? I just don't get it.”
    Neither did I, but inside something was telling me to be ready.
    Just in case.

CHAPTER 9
And… Action!
    After we got our special GUEST badges and cleared security, we were ushered into the hotel. They were getting ready to shoot a scene right in the main lobby!
    Mom spotted Dad, who was standing about ten feet behind a camera. We got over to him just as a guy with a patchy little beard called, “Picture's up! Quiet on the set, we're rolling!”
    “That's the director,” Dad whispered.
    “Shhhh!” my mom scolded him.
    A lady stuck a clapboard with all sorts of num-bers on it in front of a camera, then pulled it away. The director called, “Action!” and suddenly evil Damien Black appeared at the top of the stairs. Hesnuck down on his tiptoes! His eyes were darting all around! He had on a long coat. Black boots. A twisty mustache. He was holding a long double-bladed ax!

    I had the powerful urge to hiss.
    Damien Black is sooooo nasty!
    The Gecko was around the corner, trying to switch the power ingot in his magic wristband from super-strength to wall-walker. He was trapped! And since the magic wristband only allows for one power at a time, he was in trouble!
    “And cut!” the director cried. Then he called, “Live gecko inside Chase's sweatshirt. Let's go!”
    I whispered, “This is so cool, Dad! Thank you! Thank-you-thank-you!”
    People scurried all around, moving cameras, moving chairs. Chase grinned at me and tossed his head back a little like, Hey! while a lady patted powder on his nose and forehead.
    I waved and smiled.
    Was I dreaming?
    My mother squeezed my arm and smiled at me. “Pretty interesting, isn't it?” she whispered.
    I nodded. It was amazing to be on the set of my favorite show.
    And very… strange.
    Someone gave Chase a gecko.
    A gecko? What was I thinking? They gave him Sticky!
    The funniest sidekick of all time!
    Chase stroked Sticky on the head and talked to him quietly. Sticky looked kind of small. And brown. The real Sticky's orange. With yellow stripes. And sometimes sunglasses!
    I took out my binoculars and zoomed in on the two of them. Wow. Sticky might look different, but Chase was really talking to him. And I swear Sticky was talking back! I could practically hear him saying,
“Ay-chihuahua.
Eees theees the best you got?”
    Then Chase put Sticky inside his sweatshirt, held on to him, and gave the director a nod.
    I kept watching through my binoculars.

    “Quiet on the set!” the director called. “Close-up on his shoulder. And… action!”
    Chase let go of Sticky and put his hand back on his power-band. In a flash, Sticky wriggled out of the sweatshirt and up onto Chase's shoulder. His head moved from side to side, then he sort of jumped on top of Chase's ball cap and looked around.
    After a second of Sticky looking around, the director called, “And cut!”
    Everyone started talking at once.
    Chase was grinning from ear to ear.
    The director was, too. “Unbelievable!” he said. “On a first take, too! And that bonus jump on the head! Beautiful! Brilliant! That's what I like from my radical reptiles! Whatever you said to him, Chase, nice work.”

    Chase was taking Sticky off his hat, still grinning away. “Hey. Just call me the guy who talks to geckos!”
    Everyone laughed. Then