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Chelsea Briggs, and ( gag ) Kiki Underwood—with a direct “Barnacles, over here, now!” Fabiana Montoya’s team, the Cranberry Boggers, was composed of the remaining students: Betsy Fitzgerald, Maeve Kaplan-Taylor, Danny Pellegrino, Isabel Martinez, and Nick Montoya.
    Maeve was elated to be on Nick’s older sister’s team. With her long, silky brown hair and colorful flowy shirts, Fabiana reminded Maeve of a pretty flower child of the sixties. She was always smiling and friendly, and an amazing actress. Exactly the kind of sister Maeve would have wished for if she had one of her own. And of course Isabel was a doll—always easy to get along with.
    If only Riley were on the team, too! Maeve sighed. They could talk music; maybe even sing some songs together. Maeve glanced at Nick shuffling his feet beside his big sister and suddenly had a fabulous idea. She put on her sunglasses and imagined she was a secret agent on a mission to Malibu. She was sure Nick would go through with her plan.
    â€œOkay, kids, I am impressed!” declared Mr. Moore. “You’ve done a very effective job organizing yourselves after all.” He smiled as Chelsea, the other trip organizer,took a picture of him in his black and white cow sweatshirt. Charlotte glanced at Nick with raised eyebrows, wondering if the grown-ups had left them alone on purpose. Maybe this do-it-yourself trip that they’d organized had a do-it-yourself theme. But Nick was busy talking to Maeve about something. Charlotte figured it was up to her to take charge.
    â€œThe team captains have sealed envelopes with all the clues and detailed maps of our search area!” Charlotte announced. The teams moved in closer. “They also have copies of your parents’ signed permission slips and emergency contact info. When we arrive at the Cape, the teachers will drop us off at the start point—Nickerson State Park—and meet up with us when it’s time for dinner.”
    â€œExcellent work, Charlotte!” Ms. O’Reilly piped up. “We expect you kids to obey your high school chaperones and do everything they say.”
    Avery rubbed her hands together. She couldn’t wait to start. Then she noticed Kiki filing her nails and looking totally bored. But without Anna and Joline around, nobody seemed to care one bit what Kiki thought about anything.
    â€œWoo-hoo!” whispered Avery to herself.
    â€œOne last thing before you board your pirate ships, er, I mean automobiles, driven by your most beloved teachers,” Mr. Moore added. (This time Avery couldn’t help laughing a little. Mr. Moore was just too corny .) “I am presenting each team with one student-appointed Talkie Trekker. Any volunteers?”
    Suddenly Avery wasn’t laughing anymore. Her arm shot up into the air. Walkie-talkies were one of her absolute favorite things in the world. When she was little, she’d even made some walkie-talkies the old-fashioned way by connecting two cans to a string. Mr. Moore, appreciating her enthusiasm for the job, granted her the bright yellow, brand-new device.
    Meanwhile, Betsy and Danny Pellegrino were arguing over their team’s walkie-talkie. Finally Danny suggested they play rock, paper, scissors, and he immediately creamed her scissors with rock. “No fair. You know it’s always best two out of three!” Betsy protested.
    â€œFine. Two out of three.” Danny then pummeled her again by covering her rock with paper. While he was doing a little victory dance, Betsy smiled brightly. “Danny, that was just so chivalrous to offer me the privilege,” she said as she accepted the portable high-tech trophy from Mr. Moore.
    Danny opened his mouth, then closed it, obviously completely confused about what just happened.
    â€œAnd what about the Salty Cods?” asked Mr. Moore.
    â€œOoh! I’ll do it!” cried Dillon. But it was as though Mr. Moore couldn’t even hear