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serious."
    Peter stared at me. "Is this some kind of game?" he asked.
    I hesitated. If I told him the truth, he probably wouldn't believe me. If I told him it was a game, he might at least help me think things through.
    What a fix! The only way I could get him to believe me was to lie to him.
    "Yeah," I said. "I thought you were the one guy in this class with enough imagination to play. But now you've ruined it."
    "No!" said Peter. "No, we can still play. Just pretend you had to tell me it was a game to get me to believe you."
    My head was starting to spin. Peter was using my reason for lying as a reason to pretend that what he believed was a game was for real. Or something like that. This was getting too complicated for me.
     
    This is going to be one of those weeks, I thought. The only person I can count on for help stopping an alien invasion thinks the whole thing is a game!
     
    Well, as my grandmother always says, you make do with what you've got.
    And Peter was what I had. I decided to stop worrying about who was believing what and just tell him what had happened.
    "Well?" I said when I was done. "What do you think we should do?"
    Peter stared at the sky for a minute. He rubbed his chin as if he was thinking really hard.
    Then he gave me his answer.
    "We've got no choice," he said. "We'll have to break into Broxholm's house to look for evidence."
     

     

 

     
     
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CHAPTER SEVEN - Night Expedition
     
    Peter was right, of course. That was the worst thing about it.
    And what did I say? Now that I had someone who was willing to help me and had actually given me some good advice, did I say, "Thank you very much?"
    Are you kidding? I looked at him and said, "You have got to be out of your mind!"
    "I am not!" said Peter indignantly. "If we're going to do anything about Broxholm we have to have proof. And the only way to get proof is to get into his house and find some."
    I thought about that. I couldn't come up with any way around it. How else could we find proof that we were telling the truth?
    Then I thought of something else. "I don't think it will do any good," I said. "There's not much in there. He doesn't have any furniture or anything."
    "How do you know that?"
    "I told you, I was in there yesterday."
    "Oh, yeah," said Peter. "I forgot."
    I could tell he still thought I was making this up.
    "Did you see the whole place?" he asked.
    I shook my head.
    "Well, maybe there's something in his bedroom," he said. "Or the attic. Or the kitchen." His face lit up. "That's it!" he said. "The kitchen. Who knows what they eat on the planet he comes from? I bet we'll find all kinds of gross alien slime in his refrigerator!"
    "Peter, you're brilliant!" I said. I was actually starting to feel hopeful. All we needed was just one thing that would prove I wasn't making all this up.
    "Now, when can we do it?" I asked. "We can't let him catch us!"
    Peter thought for a minute. "There's a PTA meeting tomorrow night," he said. "I heard Dr. Bleekman say that all the teachers have to be there. That's the only time we can be sure Broxholm will be out of his house.
    "Tomorrow it is," I said.
    That was Wednesday. By the time Thursday afternoon rolled around, I was a wreck. I had spent two full days sitting in that classroom, staring at
    Mr. Smith and knowing his handsome face was only a mask—a mask that hid the terrifying face of an alien.
    While none of the other kids were crazy about Mr. Smith, they didn't think there was anything really wrong with him. Only Peter knew the secret—and he thought it was a game I had invented.
    "What about Dr. Bleekman?" he said to me during afternoon recess.
    "What about him?" I asked.
    "Do you think he's in cahoots with Broxholm? They seem pretty chummy."
    I shook my head. "My mother told me Dr. Bleekman was really angry with Ms. Schwartz for quitting so suddenly. He wouldn't have been upset if he'd been wanting to put Broxholm in her place."
    Peter looked at me in astonishment.