Wendall:

“She’s totally not going to believe that he stole her wallaby!” I say to Maya and Perry as soon as we get out of the house.

“Duh, because he didn’t,” Perry says. We both choose to ignore him.

“No kidding,” Maya agrees with me, naturally. “We’re going to need proof. I think we should go check out that bookstore—Main Street Books, right? I know where that is.”

As we set off, I curse my keen senses for not thinking of that sooner. I must have just been thinking it in my subconscious. I say this to Maya, but she just shakes her head and says, “boys…” At least that’s what I think she said.

We stop by each of our houses to get our bikes, secure permission from our parents, and then begin the ride to Main Street Books. Main Street Books is a little shop, on Main Street, of course. It’s one of those stores that a boy my age couldn’t be caught dead in. Maya, apparently does not sense this danger, however, because she looks at me weirdly as I pull a ski mask out and put it on. Can’t take any risks.