Free Stampede of the Supermarket Slugs by Bill Doyle

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MR. CIGAM SPEAKS
    “RUN FASTER!” HENRY shouted to his cousin. “They’re catching up!”
    “I’m … trying …,” Keats huffed.
    One of his legs was tied to Henry’s. They were running on a trail through the woods. Keats heard footsteps right behind them. His heart pounded as he fought to speed up.
    Then Henry and Keats burst out of the woods into bright sunshine.
    The waiting crowd cheered. The cousins were winning the three-legged race!
    Each year, the mayor of Tophat threw a giant summer picnic. Everyone in the small town packed the park for a day of food, music, and games.
    “There’s the finish line!” Keats panted. He spotted their moms up ahead with other cashiers from the Purple Rabbit Market.
    Keats’s mom whooped. “Way to go, boys!”
    “Watch out behind you!” Aunt Elena warned.
    Keats glanced back and his stomach flip-flopped. The eight-year-old Riske twins were right on their heels!
    “Don’t worry, cuz,” Henry said with a wink. “It’s in the bag.”
    Usually Henry and Keats made a good team. They were both nine and best friends.But Henry was faster and taller than Keats. So running with their legs tied together was tricky.

    Still, they just had to hang on a little longer.
    “We’re going to win!” Keats said with a grin. He was used to finishing books first, not races. Then—
    Splat!
A sheet of paper flew out of nowhere and covered Keats’s face.
    “I can’t see!” he yelled, and stumbled against Henry.
    Keats peeled off the paper. He tried to toss it away. Instead, the paper soared up in the air. Like a dive-bombing bird, it shot down again.
    Splat!
It covered Henry’s eyes. “Ack!” he cried. He made a blind rush for the finish line, jerking Keats sideways.
    Keats crashed face-first into the grass. As he fell, he yanked Henry down with him.
    The Riske twins whizzed past and won therace. Crawling, Henry dragged Keats across the line for second place—just in time. They rolled out of the way as the other teams sped to the finish.
    Henry laughed. “That was hilarious!” he said, pulling the paper off his face. He shoved it in his pocket so he could untie their legs.
    Keats spit out a mouthful of grass. “That was the opposite of hilarious,” he groaned. Had he really just wiped out in front of the whole town?
    As everyone clapped and hooted, the mayor strode over from the judges’ table. He gave the Riskes the first-place trophy. Then he handed a tiny second-place medal to the cousins. Henry pinned it to his shirt and made a funny bow.
    “Thank you, you’re too kind!” he gushed, kidding around. “Thank you to all our fans!”
    “Oh brother,” Henry’s mom said. She put an arm around Henry’s shoulders and ruffled Keats’s hair. “Congratulations, Keats. I’m surprised you could even finish the race with a ham for a teammate!”
    After the awards were handed out, the crowd broke apart. People wandered over to the barbecues to start grilling lunch.
    When they were alone, Henry offered the medal to Keats. But Keats shook his head. He felt lousy about falling down. “Keep it,” he said. “You deserve the medal more. I tripped.”
    “How about we share it?” Henry said. “Besides, tripping wasn’t your fault. This crazy sheet of paper was out to get us!” He took the paper from his pocket and started to rip it up.
    Meep
. A sound came from the paper.
    Keats frowned. “What’s that noise?” he asked.
    Henry shrugged and kept shredding the paper.
    Meep! Meep!
    “Hold on,” Keats said. He took a closer look. Parts of a drawing were on each scrap of paper. A nose covered one piece. An ear was on another. A third piece had an eye—and the eye was winking at him!
    All thoughts of the race flew out of Keats’s head. “Are you seeing what I’m seeing?” he asked.
    Henry’s jaw had dropped. He tugged Keats over to a picnic table. They put the paper back together like a puzzle.
    Soon a colorful drawing of a face gazed up at them. The face had a patch