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one earring. “It would mean an awful lot to Nicky and me,” she said. She gave me this pleading look—big eyes and a sad frown.
    “Look, guys—you're talking about my
brain,”
I said softly. “I … I can't do it. I can't be a chimp. I don't even like bananas!”
    “But Dr. Smollet says it's not dangerous,” Nicky said. “Please, Max. If it could bring us back to life …”
    “You'd do it for
us
—wouldn't you, Max?” Tara asked.
    “Hoo hoo.” Mr. Harvey tried to leap onto my chest. But Dr. Smollet held him back.
    I turned to Dr. Smollet. “Okay, where are the hidden cameras?” I asked. “We're on
America's Funniest Home Videos
right now—aren't we?”
    He shook his head. “No wacky videos,” he said. “I've worked long and hard on this project. I owe Nicky and Tara's parents a lot. I hope I can repay them.”
    I squinted at him, studying his face. “Do you
swear
it's not dangerous?” I asked.
    He raised his right hand. “I'm a scientist,” he said. “I don't want to harm anyone. I just want to help the Roland family.”
    I turned to the chimp. He was hopping up and down now, grunting and scratching his stomach with his huge, hairy hands.
    I didn't
want
my brain inside his head.
    I liked my brain just where it was. It was nice and cozy right there in my head.
    It was a good brain. In fact, the kids at school all call me Brainimon because I'm the smartest kid in class.
    Did I want them to start calling me Chimp-imon?
    No way.
    “I … I can't do this,” I said. I avoided Nicky'sand Tara's eyes. I knew I was letting them down. I knew they were
desperate
for any information.
Anything
that could help them return to a normal life.
    I raised my eyes. They were both watching me. Both had eager, pleading expressions on their faces.
    “Well… maybe …,” I murmured.
    “Hoo hoo!” Mr. Harvey cried, as if he understood.
    “Max, no pressure,” Dr. Smollet said. “I don't want to rush you. I don't want you to do something against your will.”
    “Th-thanks,” I said.
    “I'll give you a week to think about it,” he said. “I'll come back for the three of you next Saturday.”
    He lifted Mr. Harvey into his arms. And then he led the way out of the lab.
    Near the door, I stopped and picked up Mr. Harvey's red baseball cap. I slipped it onto my head.
It fit perfectly!
    Was that a good omen?
    Or a very bad omen?
    “Oh, wow,” I muttered. I tossed the cap across the room and followed my friends down the long white hall.
    This, I told myself, is going to be the longest week of my life!

W AS THERE STILL TIME to perform for Ballantine?
    I checked my watch. It was nearly three o'clock.
    Dr. Smollet drove us into town and let us off across the street from Hocus Pocus. That's the name of the magic store.
    To my surprise, I saw a long line of people waiting to get in. It stretched around the corner and down the block.
    I crossed the street and hurried to get in line too. Guys were juggling duckpins and doing card tricks for each other. A tall bald guy was pulling egg after egg out of his mouth.
    “You're still in time,” Tara said. “That's so cool!”
    I blinked. I was so excited about a chance to perform for Ballantine, I'd nearly forgotten Nicky and Tara were there.
    I stepped in line behind a woman in a shiny black top hat and a tuxedo jacket. She was busystuffing a mile-long chain of handkerchiefs into the jacket pocket.
    “It's gonna be
hours
till you get in the store,” Nicky said. “That'll give you time to chill and stop thinking about Dr. Smollet.”
    “Thanks for bringing it up again,” I said. I sighed. “I can't believe how much you two have changed my life. My biggest problem used to be getting my hair to stay down!”
    “It's
still
your biggest problem,” Tara said. She tried to flatten my curly brown hair with the palm of her hand. But it bounced right back up.
    “Oh, sure,” I moaned. “Now I have to worry about having a chimp brain in my head!”
    The woman in the top hat