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video screen in front of the car was gigantic. And huge speakers made everything sound totally real.
    â€œGive me another quarter,” Scott said to Glen.He was having so much fun that he had almost forgotten all about Mac.
    Almost.
    He couldn’t help wondering if he should have used distilled water to grow the aqua apes. He was afraid using the Fear Lake water had made Mac turn out . . . wrong.
    â€œNo way,” Glen answered. “It’s my turn.”
    â€œCome on,” Scott pleaded, refusing to budge from the driver’s seat. “I let you go twice.”
    â€œYeah, but this is my last quarter,” Glen said. “And it’s my turn!”
    â€œIf you got to go twice in a row, I get to go twice in a row,” Scott insisted.
    Scott dug through the pockets of his jeans, searching for change. No luck. He tried his jacket pockets next.
    But instead of quarters, Scott found something else. Something he hadn’t put there.
    And whatever it was, it definitely did not belong in his jacket. It felt damp and yucky, like a wad of wet tissues.
    And then it moved!
    â€œAaaagh!” Scott screamed, yanking his hand out of his pocket.
    â€œWhat’s wrong?” Glen asked, startled.
    But he didn’t have to wait for an answer.
    Mac leaped out of Scott’s pocket and landed on the steering wheel!
    Scott’s jaw gaped open. “Hey! How did you get in there?”
    He was quite a bit smaller—but they had been at the arcade for an hour now. Scott figured Mac shrunk because he’d been out of the water all that time.
    Scott reached down to pick Mac up. But Mac was too fast. He jumped onto the side of the car and dived into the coin return slot.
    â€œUh-oh,” Glen gasped. “How are we gonna get him out of there?”
    â€œI don’t know,” Scott groaned, peering down into the slot.
    â€œMaybe this will work,” Glen said. He pushed the coin return button.
    Mac didn’t come back out. But a quarter did.
    â€œCool,” Glen said, reaching for the quarter. But before he could pick it up, another quarter dropped out.
    And then another.
    And another.
    Then quarters started pouring out of the machine.
    â€œOh, no,” Scott moaned, trying to shove the quarters back in. “It looks like Mac broke the machine.”
    Glen pushed Scott’s hands out of the way so the quarters could keep coming. “So what’s the problem? This is great!” Glen exclaimed as he scooped up a handful of change.
    â€œHey! You!” a really deep, really mean voice called from behind them. “What do you two clowns think you’re doing over there?”
    Scott and Glen turned toward the voice.
    â€œUh-oh. It’s the manager—Big Bruno,” Scott whispered. “And he’s heading this way!”

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    â€œW e’ve got to get out of here!” Scott cried.
    The manager stomped through the crowds of kids. Getting closer and closer.
    â€œWhat about Mac?” Glen asked. “We can’t just leave him here!”
    As if he heard Glen, the aqua ape popped out of the coin slot as quickly as he’d jumped in.
    â€œHere he is,” Scott cried, spotting Mac. He reached out for him but Mac was too fast. He sprang from the top of the coin slot to the floor. Then he scurried away.
    Scott and Glen charged after Mac. Scott glanced over his shoulder—and breathed a longsigh of relief. The manager wasn’t chasing them. He was too busy picking up all the quarters they’d left behind.
    That was the good news. The bad news was that Mac was lost in a sea of sneakers. Sneakers attached to kids who were playing video games—yelling, screaming, and jumping. Jumping up and down in excitement. Pounding the floor. Narrowly missing Mac as he weaved in between them.
    Nobody seemed to notice Mac as he zigzagged through the crowd.
    â€œLook out!” Scott yelled as a tall, stocky kid with major muscles almost