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came out all by himself.” With Mac still attached to his shirt, Scott gently lowered himself to the floor. He continued to stroke Mac’s fur.
    Glen sat opposite him. Mac jumped off Scott’s shirt and stood on the floor between the two boys.
    What is he going to do? Scott wondered. But all Mac did was glance back and forth at the two of them, as if he expected them to do something first.
    â€œMaybe he wants to play,” Glen suggested.
    â€œHow do you play with an aqua—?” But before Scott finished, he had an idea.
    Scott spotted the glow-in-the-dark ball that Mac had tossed out of the tank earlier. He picked it up from the floor and rolled it gently toward Mac.
    The ball came to a stop right in front of Mac. Mac stared at it for a second. Then he peered at Scott. Then he did just what Scott hoped he would—Mac picked up the ball and tossed it back.
    Scott wasn’t quick enough to catch it. The ball hit him in the chest with a thump and fell to the floor.
    â€œI can’t believe how strong he is.”
    â€œYeah,” Scott answered, rubbing his chest. “That hurt!”
    â€œIt was an accident,” Glen defended Mac.
    â€œI know,” Scott said, “but it still hurt.”
    Glen reached for the ball and rolled it back to Mac. Mac picked it up and tossed it back to Glen.
    â€œThis is great!” Scott exclaimed.
    Mac seemed to love playing ball. Sometimes he threw it right to Scott or Glen. And sometimes he threw it past them so that they would have to go fetch it. But when Scott or Glen tried to make Mac fetch, Mac refused. He simply sat down and waited for one of them to get it.
    â€œHey, do you think Mac is shrinking?” Scott asked as he fetched the ball for the little ape.
    â€œGee. I think he is. He looks smaller—and sort of flatter.”
    Scott rolled the ball gently to Mac. But Mac ignored it. He slowly crawled back to Scott’s desk. Then, just like a bug, he climbed right up the side and pulled himself into his aquarium.
    Scott stood and stared at Mac, who was now floating in the water. “Look!” he called to Glen. “He’s starting to puff up again. I guess he can’tbe out of the water for too long. It wears him out.”
    â€œWe should let him rest,” Glen suggested, picking up his jacket. “Why don’t we go to the mall and play Thunder Racer at the video arcade?”
    Scott grabbed his jacket off the bed. “Why would you want to do that? You stink at Thunder Racer. It can’t be much fun for you.”
    â€œYou’re the one who stinks,” Glen shot back, heading for the door.
    â€œYou crash and burn every time you step on the gas pedal,” Scott insisted. He glanced around the room for his baseball cap. He found it hanging on the back of his desk chair near Mac’s tank. He grabbed it and stuck it on.
    â€œYeah, well, the only reason you don’t crash is because you drive five miles an hour,” Glen told him as they leaped down the stairs.
    â€œFirst one to the bus stop gets the first turn!” Glen yelled. He shoved through the front door ahead of Scott and took off down the street.
    â€œThe only way you can beat me is by cheating,” Scott called, racing after him. Then he stopped. “Hey, wait. Mac’s aquarium doesn’thave a lid! We have to go back and cover it with something.”
    Glen turned around and trotted backward toward the bus stop. “Don’t worry,” he shouted. “Mac’s resting. Besides, what could happen?”

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    â€œW atch out!” Glen yelled. “You’re gonna get creamed!”
    But it was too late. Scott had already lost control of the video race car. He closed his eyes just as he was about to hit the wall. The sound of the crash echoed all around him.
    Thunder Racer was the coolest game in the arcade. The seats of the car bounced around as if the car were actually speeding around a racetrack. The