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except for a man walking along the path toward the tent, completely deserted.
    â€œWhy would he be going down here?” I asked.
    â€œLook, port-a-potties,” Keegan said.
    There were five blue port-a-potties peeking through the trees.
    â€œThat explains why he’s down here.”
    â€œThis has potential,” Keegan said.
    â€œHim going to the washroom has potential?”
    â€œMaybe. Do you have a pen?”
    I did have a pen. I’d been using it to make last-minute notes about the tomato toss. I pulled it out of my pocket and handed it to him.
    â€œWhat are you going to do, write him a nasty note?” I asked.
    â€œHaven’t you heard that the pen is mightier than the sword?”
    â€œI’d feel better if you had a sword.”
    â€œCome on.”
    Keegan ran along the path, and I trailed after him. I couldn’t see how this couldend well, but I was way too curious to be reasonable. what was he up to?
    Keegan stopped at the first port-a-potty and pulled open the door. It was empty. He did the same with the second—also empty.
    He grabbed the third door.
    â€œIt’s occupied!” called out a voice— Owen’s booming voice!
    Keegan looked at me and smiled. He then took the pen and slipped it into the little bracket on the door—he was using the pen to lock Owen inside the toilet! Owen was going to be stuck in a toilet...at least until he pressed hard enough to break the pen.
    â€œCome on,” I whispered. “We have to leave.”
    â€œWe have one more thing to do first,” Keegan whispered back.
    He put his hands against the front of the port-a-potty. What was he going to? Then it came to me.
    The five toilets were perched at the top of a little hill leading down to the beach. He was trying to push it over and downthe hill! unbelievable, crazy, dangerous... brilliant!
    I put my hands against it as well.
    â€œLet’s do it,” Keegan mouthed.
    Together we pushed, and the toilet lifted slightly off the ground.
    â€œHey!” Owen yelled from inside.
    I jumped away in shock, and the whole thing thumped back onto the ground. We had to get out of here before he broke the pen and found out it was us! I started to run, and Keegan grabbed my arm and shook his head violently. He wasn’t going to leave. This was going to end up in a fight!
    He pushed against the port-a-potty throwing his whole body against it. It started to rise off the ground again, and Owen started screaming. It was balanced on edge. I could see the strain in Keegan’s face. He was pushing for all he was worth, but he couldn’t quite make it tip, and he couldn’t hold it for much longer. There was only one thing to do.
    I threw my body against it as well, and it kept rising and rising! I could hear thesewage sloshing around inside. The stinking smell rose up, and Owen screamed louder and louder. And the toilet toppled over backwards!
    It fell with a thud and started to slide down the hill, gaining speed, sewage surging out, until it shuddered to a stop at the bottom!
    â€œNow we run!” Keegan said.

chapter six
    â€œStop running!” I said to Keegan as I grabbed his arm to slow him down.
    â€œHe’ll kill us if he catches us.”
    â€œThat’s why We have to slow down. we don’t want to run into the tent looking guilty. we have to look casual.”
    â€œGood point,” he said.
    We walked—quickly—and the tent came into view. We’d been able to hear the singer all the way down at the port-a-potties. She was pretty good, which was lucky for us,because people were watching her. Nobody saw us enter the tent. We eased into the back of the crowd just as her song ended and we joined the crowd in cheering.
    â€œWay to go!” I screamed. “Wasn’t she something!” I said to the two women standing beside us. “She was the best!”
    â€œThat’s our niece,” one of the women said