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Damon Molloy, Enemy Number One, walked out with two of his backup posse. I have all the luck.
    â€œWho invited you two to our stakeout?” Damon cracked.
    I groaned. “Who invited you ?”
    â€œWhoa,” Damon snapped, crossing his arms. He flicked at my ear. “This is our stakeout. Not yours. Scram.”
    â€œWe can’t go back out there!” Garth babbled. “There are cops out there.”
    â€œCops?” Damon looked surprised. “What cops?”
    â€œOutside. Right now,” I said.
    â€œWhoa!” Damon said. “I guess Principal Pickle called the police once he realized our teacher was missing,” Damon said.
    â€œA teacher is missing?” I asked. “Who?”
    â€œMr. Bunsen vanished into thin air this morning, moron,” Damon replied. “Where have you been? Under a rock?”
    â€œMr. Bunsen?” I said.
    â€œYeah, the teacher with the secret briefcase,” Damon said. We made fun of Mr. Bunsen on a regular basis. He had crazy silver hair and always wore lab coats and these ugly blue and green sneakers.
    â€œI heard he’s an undercover spy,” said one of the kids in Damon’s posse.
    â€œAnd I heard he’s billionaire rich with a hidden laboratory,” said another one.
    â€œAre you guys serious?” I asked.
    My head reeled. I had heard loads of Riddle rumors about Mr. Bunsen and some of the other teachers before now. I always wondered if there was any truth to them. And what about the night before, when I saw Mr. Bunsen on the library steps? What did that mean?

    Just then we heard a sound in the hall. Someone was opening the bathroom door!
    Garth cried, “The cops!” but I held my hand over his mouth. The five of us panicked, crammed into the biggest bathroom stall, and then waited.
    And waited.
    But no one came in.
    â€œThere are no cops coming, dorkus,” Damon growled at Garth.
    â€œSo now what?” I asked.
    â€œWe should go scope out Bunsen’s classroom,” Damon suggested.

    Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrring.
    The second-period bell rang. We didn’t have much time.
    Damon puffed out his chest and shoved me forward. “Move it or lose it,” he ordered, poking Garth and me in our backs. We were like his human shields as we ducked back into the hall. I half-expected Spiker or the cops to jump us. But the hall was empty.
    We walked toward Mr. Bunsen’s classroom.
    â€œEwww, do you smell that?” Damon said.
    â€œWhew,” I gasped. It smelled like armpits or my Dad’s old sneakers. But Garth said he didn’t smell anything.
    We approached the doorway slowly, just in case someone was there. But we were alone. The cops were gone—at least for now.
    As we stepped into the room, I couldn’t believe my eyes. There was slime all over! The entire science lab—walls, floor, ceiling—was splattered with some kind of goo. It stank bad .
    â€œWhere do you think all this slime came from?” I whispered to Garth.
    â€œWhat slime?” Garth said.
    I made a sour face. “Are you kidding me? What do you mean what slime ? It’s all over the place. Can’t you see it? Can’t you smell that?”
    Garth frowned and looked inside again. “ What slime?” he said. “All I see in Mr. Bunsen’s room are lab tables and a big mess of papers.”
    I saw Damon listening to us. He leaned over to his own friends.
    â€œDudes,” Damon asked them. “See all the slime on the wall?”
    Both guys shook their heads. “No.”
    â€œ That slime. On the walls?” Damon said, his voice rising. “RIGHT THERE! DON’T YOU SEE THAT?!”
    â€œShhh!” I cried softly. But it was too late. The pack of cops had heard our voices. I could hear them stomping back down the hall. They did not look happy to see us.
    My whole body shook. Were they going to arrest us? What was the punishment for trespassing on the third floor?