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left. It sucked up Klatoo’s alien tower with the saucer on top. Main Street uncurved itself.
    Jeff smiled at his friends. “I’m not Cosmic Boy anymore,” he said, scratching his head for the first time since that morning. “But I’m sort of glad.”
    â€œAmazing,” said Liz after it was all over. “We just can’t get away from it, can we? I mean, no matter what happens to it, Grover’s Mill is here to stay.”
    â€œI always knew it would be,” said Mike.
    Jeff kept scratching his head. It felt so good. He looked down Main Street, straight once again. People were starting to fill the shops, the restaurants. Soon it would look just as it had that morning. “Maybe it’s not so incredibly weird, after all.”
    Bong! The Double Dunk Donut Den’s donut-shaped clock chimed the hour.
    Sssss! Steam rose from Usher’s House of Pancakes’ giant pan into a cloudless sky.
    A sky with no spacecraft in it. For now.
    â€œRight, Jeff,” said Sean. “Just normal everyday weird.”

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    Non-Weirdness
    S itting alone on the top row of bleachers, Liz Duffey looked out over the baseball field behind W. Reid Elementary School.
    â€œFirst day of summer vacation,” she said to herself. “First Monday with no school. First baseball game. Incredible sunshine. This is all so—”
    â€œOdd!” yelled a voice below her. “Odd-odd-odd!”
    Liz frowned. “That’s not what I was going to say … for once.” She turned to see Mike Mazur and Holly Vickers standing behind home plate.
    â€œI’m odd,” Mike insisted, holding one hand behind his back, ready to choose sides for the game.
    â€œYou’re odd, all right, Mike,” Holly said with a laugh. “So I guess I’ll be even. Ready? Set. Go!” She thrust out her hand, showing three fingers.
    Mike stuck out two fingers. “Ha! The odd team wins! I choose Liz and we’re up first.” He smiled up at Liz.
    Liz made a face at him as she jumped down the bleacher steps to the field. “Oh, goody, I’m on the odd team. What I always wanted.”
    â€œDon’t let it get you down, Liz,” Holly joked. “Odd is pretty normal around here.”
    Holly’s brother Sean strolled up to the plate with Jeff Ryan. “Odd, even. Why do we have to do math during the summer?”
    Liz chuckled and handed a glove to Jeff.
    â€œBaseball is the absolute coolest game,” said Sean. He dropped a pair of bats and ground a brand-new baseball between his palms.
    Bong! The Double Dunk Donut Den’s donut-shaped clock on Main Street chimed the hour.
    Sssss! The pancake pan sitting high above Usher’s House of Pancakes steamed the hour, too.
    â€œAnd now it’s official,” Liz said, picking up one of Sean’s bats. “Time to play ball!”
    Holly pulled on a glove and took up her position at first base. Sean trotted to the pitcher’s mound and began to stretch. Jeff strode out between second and third to his favorite position of shortstop.
    â€œBlast one out to left field,” Mike said, crouching behind the plate to catch for Liz. “You’ll get a good triple at least.”
    Liz swung the bat around and nodded. “My dad told me that centuries ago this field had all kinds of caves running under it. Tunnels and pits and stuff that people used to live in.”
    Liz’s father, Kramer Duffey, was an archaeologist who dug holes and found prehistoric fossils and artifacts all around Grover’s Mill.
    â€œCaves?” Mike mumbled. “That’s weird.”
    From home plate Liz could see all the way north of town to the secret army base. Jeff Ryan’s mother worked there. In the east was the Humongous Horror Movie Studios where Mr. Vickers made scary low-budget films. And in the west was one of her father’s