Page 100 of Nearly Roadkill

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Guys, I gotta tell you, I’m scared. I’m safe at the moment but you wouldn’t believe a memo I saw—about me!—from the cops. They’re saying I could go to the looney bin. How did it get like this? I’m one of those Most Wanted doodes…

There’s no way you can answer this, but I hope I get to see you *soon* for real.

—T.

P.S. Just so you know this isn’t some govt trick and that it’s really me: Winc, Don’t drop your Droors!

I’m working on a way to reach Toobe’s father without being traced. The little one is safer here, and if it gives him some comfort to reach his friends, then more kibble to him.

His friends responded quickly and used one of my safe email bypasses:

To:Razorfun

From:Gyrl

Subj:Morphin’ USA

Got it! They’re gonna be looking for our friend the skateboardin’ teenager, right? Let’s morph him into something completely different!

You’re gonna hate this.

We’re all gonna hate this.

But we have to go real time, and if there’s even the smallest chance they know or put together what we look like in real life, we’ve got to go the other way.

Oh, you and Toobe are so gonna hate this…

Let’s make him a girl, and we’ll be his parents! No one would notice us, we waltz right out of there, just a happy little family. (I’m assuming you can make yourself look like the parent of a 15-year-old.) You up for it?

—W.

To:Gyrl

From:Razorfun

Subj:Parents

::narrowing eyes:: Who’s playing which character? I’m NOT saying I’m going along with this, I just want to know what you had in mind.

—S.

To:Razorfun

From:Gyrl

Subj:Depends on…

… your height. In their minds, fathers are tall and mothers are short-er, so that’s what their eyes are gonna be looking for. I’m 5’10”, how about you? ::innocently:: whoever’s tallest is the father, the shorter one is Mom, was what I was thinking. Got a mustache? Going to shave it off? Grow one? Go to a costume store, hmmmmm?

::eyes twinkling::

—W.

To:Gyrl

From:Razorfun

Subj:You’re *how* tall?!

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