Grampa was on his back and beside him was a strange lollipop that must have fallen out of the nose.
“Grampa!” I said. “Are you okay? What happened?”
“It was horrible!” said Grampa dramatically.
“Nate and I were zooming through the nostril laughing and singing the theme to Scooby Doo.
“That’s when we spotted that pint-sized punk blocking our way. He smelled like lollipops and corned beef.
“Nate vanished and I hung on to a nose hair for dear life. The next thing I can remember is lying here on my back.”
Once again, Dame Judy Drenched showed up.
“We apologize for your missing friend,” she said. “Please accept this coupon for a free cinnamon sugar churro.”
“Churro?!” I said. “Lady, you’ve got a phantom on the loose, killer robot sharks, and a faulty schnoz. You’ve gotta close down this park!”
“Did she say cinnamon sugar?” asked Grampa.
“Don’t worry, my precious loved ones,” said Grampa. “Dame Drenched might not seem to care, but I won’t stand for it. I will not rest until we uncover this phantom menace and find Nate Farkles. Now, let’s go get some fried pickles and jalapeño corn dogs.”
