Spy in the Alley (2002)
Spy in the Alley
““No, no,” I muttered into my pillow. I was in the middle of a satisfying dream about a duel to the death with Pantelli. Well, a duel to the Deathstalkers. My red-blob creature had just tricked Pantelli’s green-blob creature into tumbling down a steep cliff toward some blob-eating sharks. Awesome.
“Leave me alone,” I protested, eyes squeezed shut.
“You’re going to camp today,” Mother said, her voice full of that evil-sounding patience that mothers have honed to perfection.
I uttered a muffled bu...t, I hoped, eloquent groan. Camp referred to the musical-arts day camp on Granville Island that she’d signed me up for.
I realized that I wasn’t going to be allowed to drop back to sleep and see Pantelli’s green-blob creature devoured alive. Turning fuzzily toward Mother, I wailed, “You can’t do this to me! I have investigations to conduct! The spy in the alley!”
“Darling, you are in good voice this morning,” Mother praised. “But perhaps you should save it for singing at the day camp.”MoreLess
“Leave me alone,” I protested, eyes squeezed shut.
“You’re going to camp today,” Mother said, her voice full of that evil-sounding patience that mothers have honed to perfection.
I uttered a muffled bu...t, I hoped, eloquent groan. Camp referred to the musical-arts day camp on Granville Island that she’d signed me up for.
I realized that I wasn’t going to be allowed to drop back to sleep and see Pantelli’s green-blob creature devoured alive. Turning fuzzily toward Mother, I wailed, “You can’t do this to me! I have investigations to conduct! The spy in the alley!”
“Darling, you are in good voice this morning,” Mother praised. “But perhaps you should save it for singing at the day camp.”MoreLess
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