
“But I saw a picture of a woman wearing the two Pharaoh crowns,” said Anna.
“I’ll bet you your week’s allowance you didn’t,” I said.
“I’ll bet you I did,” said Anna, putting Cleo down and looking through the pile of Egypt
books.
“And you have to clean the kitty litter for my week, too,” I added.
Sam drew a few more teeth on the figure of the Devourer in the Weighing of the Heart
scene in his scroll, then stood back to admire all three projects.
“Congratulations Trio,” said Sam. “Here we have three excellent projects on ancient
Egypt, finished one whole day before they are due, and nobody even mentioned using a
certain Book to help us with our research.”
Fred turned his Blue Jays cap inside out and balanced it upside down on his head. “We
must be getting smart.”
“I wouldn’t go that far,” said Sam.
“I’m still time-lagged from our last adventure,” I said. “Plus, I promised I wouldn’t use
The Book again until I’ve figured out every tip and rule in there.”
“Aha!” yelled Anna. “Here it is.”
Cleo jumped on the desk and rubbed her cheek on the book Anna held.
“I found it. A picture of a lady wearing both crowns.” Anna held up a thin blue book with
twisting silver designs.
A faint green mist began to form on the sugar-cube steps of King Tut’s tomb.
“No!” screamed Fred, Sam, and I in unison. Fred and I dove for The Book. Sam dove for
the door. We met in mid-jump and ended up in a pile on the floor.
“Yes it is,” said Anna. She scratched Cleo’s head and studied the picture in The Book.
“See there’s the white crown—”
“I don’t want to be a mummy,” moaned Sam in the gathering green cloud.
“—and there’s the red crown.”
A flower of dense green fog bloomed and covered Book, sister, and cat.
“Here we go again,” said Fred.
Then the fog swallowed us, and we were gone.
TWO
Now before things get out of hand (and you know they will as soon as we land), I’d like
to take a minute to explain a few things.
First of all—I had no idea what I was getting into when my uncle Joe gave me The Book
for my birthday. It turns out that this is no ordinary book. This thing is a time machine. Every
time we open it, it takes us to a different time. Which sounds like great fun. But there is one
little problem. The only way to get back to our time is to find The Book in the other time.
And whenever we time travel, The Book has a nasty habit of disappearing.
We’ve gotten in trouble looking for The Book in King Arthur’s court, on Blackbeard’s
pirate ship, in a stone-age cave, and in places you don’t even want to know about.
So you would think by now we would have figured out how to use The Book without
losing it.
Well . . . we haven’t. And if you’ve got any bright ideas of what we should do—keep
them to yourself.
Sorry if I sound a little cranky. But this disappearing Book thing is starting to get on my
nerves. I swore to Sam and Fred that I would figure out The Book before it took us on any
more time travels. Then my wonderful sister had to go and get us in the same mess again. I
may just have to ask my mom about The Book straight out. She gave it to Uncle Joe, and I
have a sneaking feeling she knows more than she’s telling.