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reached over, unsnapped a pocket on Zeek’s jacket, and tucked the brown paper inside. “Take good care of this. Just in case.”
    I turned to Zeek. He stared back at me. “Just in case what ? You mean, this might really be dangerous?” I asked.
    Mrs. Emerson looked around at the people in the airport. “There are some who would stop at nothing to find the Golden Lizard.”
    â€œFlight 119 for Maribo,” a voice called out over the airport loudspeaker. “Your plane will board in thirty minutes.”
    â€œThat’s us,” said Zeek, snapping up his jacket pocket. “Let’s hit the trail.”
    â€œWhy don’t you kids order some breakfast first,” said Mr. Emerson, pointing to a little snack bar down the hall. “Mrs. Emerson and I will make sure our supplies are stowed on the plane. We’ll be back in five minutes.”
    I nodded and headed over to the snack bar. I couldn’t believe it. I read the name on the outside. “The Waffle Shack. I love it!”
    I live for waffles. They’re my absolute favorite food.
    Zeek tapped me on the shoulder. “Try to control yourself, Nood. I’m going to check out the comic books at the newsstand. Order me a hotdog.”
    â€œA hotdog?” I gasped, holding my hand over my mouth. “It’s eight in the morning!”
    â€œHey, I live dangerously.” He grinned. “Remember about the mustard, okay?”
    I remembered, but I pretended not to. “Double squirt of Gold Spice, right?”
    â€œVery funny, Noodle,” he said. “You know a single drop of that stuff makes my tongue go numb. It’s yellow poison!” He walked over to the newsstand.
    I bought a king-sized waffle for myself, a plain hotdog for Zeek, and sat down at one of the tables. For a joke, I moved a big squeezable jar of Gold Spice mustard right next to the hotdog.
    Then I slowly poured syrup on my waffle.
    N .
    I always pour the syrup on in the shape of a giant N. For Noodle, of course.
    I was just putting the finishing touches on it when everything happened at once.
    The Emersons stepped into the Waffle Shack just as six guys in oily black suits appeared.
    The same guys from the night before!
    Within seconds they closed in on the Emersons and had them completely surrounded!



THREE
    â€œHey!” I shouted, jumping up from my seat.
    The six guys whirled around and stared straight at me. The short one with pudgy fingers who pointed a lot walked over. Slowly.
    Uh-oh.
    Mr. Emerson gave me a quick frown and shook his head slightly.
    It was a sign. I understood right away. I wasn’t supposed to let these guys know I was with the Emersons. I faked it. “Hey!” I shouted again.
    â€œHey, what?” the finger guy said.
    â€œHey, this waffle is tasty ! Try one!”
    â€œI ain’t hungry!” he snarled.
    â€œOh, okay,” I said. I sat back down.
    â€œCrazy kid,” Fingers mumbled. He turned back to Mr. Emerson.
    Whew! That was close. Luckily, he didn’t remember me from the night before. But, at just that moment, Zeek walked into the Waffle Shack, saw the Emersons, and started to call out to them.
    â€œBoy, that Golden Liz—”
    Oh, no! I had to act fast. I grabbed the first thing I could find.
    It was the squeezable jar of Gold Spice.
    Fllluuuurrrrrrppppp!
    A thick stream of yellowy brown mustard shot through the air in a perfect arc and splatted on Zeek’s lip.
    â€œBoy, that golden mustard!” I shouted. “Wow, but it’s tasty !”
    The pudgy-fingers guy turned to me. “Again with the tasty ?”
    Zeek stopped and looked at me. He licked his lips. A look of horror came over his face. “Nooobble? I zed no busstudd !”
    Fingers stared at Zeek. “Now there are two crazy kids! Let’s get outta here.” He did his finger thing, pointing down the hall, and the big guys led the Emersons away.
    â€œDa Bemberbuns!”