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bag.”
    “Oh, well, I have to take the bag with me,” 99 said. “I have my change of clothes in it. But I’ll bring it back later.”
    Dr. Yeh! smiled again, but sinisterly this time. “Take the clothes out, and leave the bag here,” he said.
    99 clung to the bag. “Max!” she hissed, tugging at him.
    “No, 99!” he replied adamantly. “Plant first, run second.”
    “Max,” she said grimly, “the pea has been planted!”
    “Oh?” he replied, puzzled.
    “What is that—the pea has been planted?” Dr. Yeh! scowled. “Some kind of code?”
    “Yes, code,” Max replied. “You misunderstood what she said because of the code—the code in her head.” He turned to 99. “Sneeze,” he ordered.
    99 sneezed.
    “Something very strange is going on here,” Dr. Yeh! said. “But, I’ll overlook it. Just hand me the black bag.”
    “Max!”
    “Right, 99—run!”
    Max and 99 dashed toward the exit, with 99 still hanging onto the black satchel.
    “Guards!” Dr. Yeh! shouted.
    Guards suddenly rushed in through the doorway.
    “Seize them!” Dr. Yeh! cried.
    Max and 99 whipped around and raced in the opposite direction. They charged through the doorway that led to the ballet dancer place.
    “After them! Get the black bag!” they heard Dr. Yeh! shout.
    “That way!” Max said, pointing toward a stairway.
    They dashed up the stairs. Behind them they could hear the clatter of bootsteps. Another flight of stairs appeared, and they hurried upward once more. The clatter of bootsteps came nearer. They scrambled up another flight of stairs, then another. Then they reached a dead end.
    “Max! What now?” 99 wailed.
    Max ran to a sculpture of a ballet dancer. He pushed down on the dancer’s outstretched leg. The wall that formed a deadend suddenly rose, revealing an entrance to the roof. Quickly, Max picked up the sculpture, and he and 99 dashed through the opening. When they reached the roof, Max put the sculpture down, then quickly raised its leg. The wall lowered, sealing the opening.
    “Wonderful! They can’t get to us!” 99 said.
    “Not as long as we have this sculpture,” Max smiled. “I think we defeated them, 99. They’re in there, on the other side of the wall, and we’re out here—” His enthusiasm suddenly diminished. “—trapped on the roof,” he concluded glumly.
    The guards began hammering on the wall.
    “Max, that wall won’t hold out forever,” 99 said. “What do we do now?”
    Max went to the edge of the roof and looked down. He shook his head, backing away. “No, we can’t do that.”
    “If only we could contact the helicopter,” 99 said.
    “Yes, if only we could—99! That’s it!” Hurriedly, he took off his shoe, then dialed.

    Operator: Sorry, you have dialed a wrong number.
    Max: Operator, I didn’t dial a wrong number. I dialled Operator, and I got you.
    Operator: The way I look at it, that’s a wrong number. Every time somebody dials Operator, I have to answer. And it’s always right when I’m doing my nails.
    Max: Sorry about that, Operator. But this is an emergency.
    Operator: Oh, is that you, Maxie? How’s our shoe?
    Max: Your shoe is fine, Operator. Now look, I want to contact a helicopter. I know the helicopter doesn’t have a telephone, but it does have a radio. So, if you could connect my telephone to the helicopter’s radio, then I and the pilot could converse.
    Operator: You’re a real nut, aren’t you, Maxie?
    Max: Operator, would you mind? This is an emergency. The guards are hammering on the door.
    Operator: Okay, Maxie, I’ll try it. I can’t do anything else ’til my nails dry, anyway. Where is this helicopter?
    Max (pointing); Right over there behind that sand dune.
    Operator: Could you get a little more clear, Maxie. Like name the desert, maybe?
    Max: Sahara. And please hurry, Operator.
    Operator: That’s all the way across the ocean. It’ll take time. Radio signals don’t move so fast when they have to swim, you know.
    Max: Operator,