MY BEST FRIEND IS A SECRET AGENT, Book 2: How C.H.I.P. Took a Dive to Dash Dr. Eelstrom's Dreams of Dunking Vortville
After their first great adventure saving Vortville from the dreaded Freaky Fuzzies, Nort and Chip barely have a moment to breathe b...
POP! The cork flew out of the bottle of fizzy apple juice.
I poured the bubbly into two plastic champagne glasses and put the bottle down on my brand-new picnic blanket.
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It was a beautiful day at the Lake Vortville beach, and, looking out at the huge expanse of pink velvet, I raised my glass for a toast. "To really big art."
"Who's Art?" asked Chip.
Yes, I was picnicking with Chip, not Carla. I already had all the food, so I figured, why waste it? Of course, I knew Chip would probably eat everything all by himself, but I wasn't that hungry. Nearly blinding the girl you love tends to put a damper on your appetite.
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The school nurse had said Carla would be fine after resting her eyes for a few days, but I decided it was probably smart not to try to ask her out again anytime soon. Maybe I'd wait long enough for her to forget the whole incident.
Like a year.
"Let's go swimming!" Chip cheered. I looked up and saw that he was now wearing a swimsuit and had an inflatable horsey pool toy around his waist.
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"We can't," I said. "The whole lake is covered with pink velvet."
Chip was confused. "What's the point of going to the beach if you can't go swimming?"
"Well," I pondered, "we could build a sandcastle."
"Great idea!" Chip grabbed a plastic spoon and started digging fast. I just watched him and drowned my sorrows in fizzy apple juice.
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But then, something weird happened. As Chip was building the sandcastle, the pink velvet suddenly seemed closer than before. It was like the tide coming in . . . but there was no visible water here.
"Oh no! I'd better build a moat!" Chip said as he noticed the velvet coming so close.
But as Chip kept digging away, I gave the pink velvet a second look. Did it just wash ashore a bit? Did the wind blow it out of place?
Or was it . . . growing?
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I peered closely at the edge of the velvet. Rubbing it between my fingers, it seemed kind of strange, kind of slimy. So I whipped out my Fold-a-Scope, a foldable microscope I invented that I keep in my back pocket. (You never know when you might need to look at something really small.) And what I saw through the Fold-a-Scope blew my mind.
The pink velvet wasn't made of fabric . . . it was made of BILLIONS OF NANOBOTS!
And they were multiplying!
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