Molly Moon & the Morphing Mystery (27 page)

“I
wish you were here,” Molly said. She was on the phone to Rocky, with fat headphones on her ears and a mike at her mouth, sitting in a moving helicopter hovering over the rain forest canopy. “And it's so lucky that Hunroe's hypnotism on you wore off…. It's been a bit hairy here. Actually, that's an understatement. But it's over now, and everyone's fine.” She paused as Rocky spoke. “Yup, we got the hypnotism book…. No, couldn't find the crystals…. Maybe Miss Suzette has them. And I can tell you, if I ever find them, I'm not letting Lucy and Primo take them again. But I got Hunroe's coin. It's quite cool.” Molly took Miss Hunroe's coin out of her pocket and fingered it before putting it away again. “A memento.”

Rocky asked something. “Oh, yes, the stones are
all back on its front cover.” Molly patted the book. It was on her knee. “I know, isn't it amazing…! Yeah, maggots…Malcolm said he's going to stay here with Bas for a bit. Says he wants to forget about aliens and get into ecology. The cloud forest is so beautiful, you see…. Hey, why don't you come out?” Molly paused. Below her, the jungle was vast and green and rolling away on every side, and ahead, in the western skies, the sun was setting in red and pink. A pink blush spread through the white cumulus clouds there so that they floated like magic puffs of rose-tinted smoke. Molly hugged Petula. Sometimes life felt too good to be true.

A
t Briersville Park, Todson was eating scrambled eggs at the kitchen table.

“Terrible, terrible,” he muttered to himself as he flipped through a newspaper full of horror stories about the recent floods and tornadoes all over the world. A rusty, old-fashioned bell on the wall above the stove rang. “Ah, front door. Wonder who that can be?”

Todson wiped his hands on a napkin and made his way upstairs, taking off his apron on the way. Walking toward the front door, he straightened his tie. Then he peered through the hall window.

“Goodness me,” he gasped. Outside was a grand, long black car with a little flag set on its roof above
its front windshield. Checking his hands to see that they were clean, Todson opened the door and found himself looking into the eyes of someone dressed rather like himself.

“Good morning,” Smuthers, the queen's butler, said. “Is Molly Moon in?”

Todson's eyes opened wide as he saw the queen herself, dressed in a country coat, talking to a Rasta on the steps below.

“I'm a-a-afraid she's not,” he stuttered. “But her best friend, Rocky, is upstairs. I could call him down. Could he help? Please come in.”

“Thank you very much,” Smuthers said. Then, in a whisper, he added, “You've got a bit of egg on your collar.”

“Ah, thank you.” Todson nodded with a wink. He removed the egg and stepped back to let the visitors in.

The queen smiled graciously as she passed. “Thank you so much.”

“Tank you,” said her Jamaican companion.

“I was lucky, Leonard,” Todson caught the queen saying to the man. “I had Smuthers to talk to. Poor you! You must have thought you were losing your marbles. You know, no one else believed me. Thank goodness for Smuthers.” She paused as she looked at
her surroundings. “And thank goodness for the Moon children. I am so looking forward to meeting them.”

Leonard smiled. “Yeah. Feel like I've known them for years.”

Georgia Byng's
brain has been stretched for this book. She is now in a hamster cage, recovering. The only comment she could make about this Molly Moon adventure was, “SQUEAK!”

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