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101 " The Agency has agents posted all over campus, and now they’re certainly on their way to get FooFoo BinkyBum.” For a moment, I thought that Cyrus had suddenly gone senile, but then grasped what he meant. I held up the teddy bear. “You mean this?” “Yes. That’s Erica’s, from when she was little.” “Erica Hale had a teddy bear?” Zoe asked with the same amount of amazement she might have shown if she had learned Erica had a third arm growing out of her forehead. “Her grandmother gave it to her,” Cyrus groused, as though he still disapproved. “It’s not like she slept with it or anything. She only pretended to send it on covert missions to overthrow dictators. "
― Stuart Gibbs , Spy School Revolution (Spy School, #8)
102 " The carriage was wooden and ornately painted, without a roof. It was merely a chassis and two seats mounted on enormous wheels, although the rear seat was cushier, designed for the passengers. Mike sat in the driver’s seat, snapping the reins. “Have no fear!” he shouted. “The cavalry is here!” “Don’t stop!” Catherine yelled to him. “There’s no time for that!” “Good!” Mike yelled back. “Because I don’t know how to stop this thing! "
103 " So did Mike. “Oh no!” he exclaimed. “We’re going down there?” “It’s that or get arrested by the CIA for collusion.” Cyrus opened the chute door. The rancid fumes of the garbage of two hundred teenagers wafted out. “I’d rather get arrested,” Mike said, although he didn’t really mean it. There was no point in arguing. I squeezed through the door and dropped feet-first into the chute. It wasn’t as bad as I had expected—but that was only because I had been expecting it to be one of the worst experiences of my life. It barely made the top fifty. "
104 " Mike was the next one down. He landed in the garbage, clambered out, and joined me at the side of the pile. “Why do our escapes always have to be so disgusting?” he griped, flicking a wad of ancient chewing gum off his sleeve. “Sewer lines! Trash chutes! Tunnels full of skeletons! Why can’t we ever escape through something pleasant, like a room full of puppies?” “Where are we going to find a room full of puppies?” I asked as Zoe dropped down into the trash pile. “An evil dog-breeding operation, maybe? "
105 " She had a point. Technically, I was doing something: cowering in fear. But that really wasn’t contributing much to our mission. "
106 " Mike gaped at it. “Whoa! You stole Washington’s mail?” “You stole his carriage!” I pointed out. “It was an emergency,” Mike said defensively. "
107 " At that point, many leaders would have said something encouraging, like “Let’s do this” or “Good luck.” Instead, Cyrus warned me, “Don’t screw this up. "
108 " No,” Mike answered honestly. “Since I don’t live in colonial times, it’s never come up. So I kind of winged it and tied everything together. "