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    â€œWhat about you, Katani? I think you’d be a marvelous Talkie Trekker. Don’t you?”
    Katani almost balked. “Me? But Mr. Moore…I’m not very outdoorsy.”
    Mr. Moore placed the walkie-talkie in her hand and explained, “But it’s not about being outdoorsy, Katani. It’sabout being responsible. Now come, Salty Cods! You are with me. To the Cowmobile,” he cried.
    Henry Yurt = Not a Clue
    From the outside, Mr. Moore’s white van seemed innocent and ordinary enough. But inside, it was a whole other story. Mr. Moore and his wife had gone to town with cow decorations. The seats all had cow-print covers—the black and white Vermont cow-print that was oh-so-hot right now. The air freshener was “barn grass,” the horn on the wheel went “moooooo,” and there was a little cow bobblehead doll in a lei and hula skirt jiggling beneath the windshield.
    As Charlotte and Katani mooed out the wide windows to Avery, Isabel, and Maeve, Charlotte worried for a moment that maybe they were being hauled off to a dairy farm in another galaxy far, far away. “If I come back from this trip mooing…I’m blaming you!” Katani whispered, pointing at Charlotte.
    â€œReady, set…” Mr. Moore hit the horn and a low “mooooo” sound filled the van.
    â€œWait! Where’s Riley?” Patrice held up her Salty Cods team list and looked from face to face.
    Just then, the sliding door opened, and Nick popped his head in. “Hi, Mr. Moore, Patrice, Charlotte, everyone…I’m on your team now, guys!”
    Charlotte felt her cheeks go pink. “Did you…switch with Riley?” she asked, thinking to herself That is so sweet!
    Nick nodded. “Uh-huh. Let’s go, Salty Cods!”
    Mr. Moore honked the horn again, and started up theengine. “Well, I never said you couldn’t switch…so I’ll let it slide. We need to get mooo-ving!”
    Nick looked at Charlotte and they dropped their heads to keep from bursting out laughing at the cow man’s directions. Katani moved over so Nick could slide into the center seat next to them, and the Cowmobile was off. All the Salty Cods knew that traveling with Mr. Moore would be a mooo-arvelous adventure in itself.
    â€œNow listen up, troops!” Patrice turned around from the front seat, and tore open an envelope labeled MISSION. She unfolded the paper and read in the same take-charge voice she’d used in the parking lot:
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    Greetings Brave Scavenger Hunters of Abigail Adams Junior High School,
    Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is simple. You must find the 6 “treasures” specified in the clues. For each treasure you find and photograph, you will receive 3 points. The team that reaches the finish line first will receive 10 points. The team to reach the finish line second will receive 5 points. The team who reaches the finish line last gets 0 points. I know it is sad, but as the age-old saying goes, “The early bird catches the worm!”
    But never fear! If any of you turns out to be Pokey McSlowpokes, there is always the bonus point list:
    fox
    surfboard
    sandpiper
    street named after an animal
    scallop shell
    pirate-themed anything
    sailboat
    tide pool
    sand dune
    park ranger
    If you spot any of these items and take a picture of it, you will be rewarded 1 point for each item photographed.
    Happy scavenger hunting!
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    Patrice glanced back at her team and pulled down her sunglasses from her nose to look ultraserious. “Um, guys, we’re coming in first, uuuh-huh!”
    Nick high-fived Charlotte, Katani, and Dillon. Katani wasn’t feeling so gung ho about the whole thing, however. This was supposed to be a fun, relaxing weekend with her friends…after all, they were only bike riding and figuring out a few clues. But her sister really expected them to beat the other teams. What if, Katani thought nervously, I slow my