life as a mob of angry aliens chases him through a dark and winding tunnel. Weâre not paying attention. We have bigger fish to fry. Much bigger.
âYour clone is the robber,â Lucille announces. âIâd bet my life on it.â
âDouble ditto,â Sam says happily. âThis explains everything!â
âYeah,â I reply. âExcept who that other creature is.â
âAnd what heâs doing here,â Lucille adds.
âAnd where he came from,â I say. âOther than that, it explains everything.â
âSo what do we do now?â I ask.
âSimple, big guy,â Sam explains. âWe apprehend the
other
creature and turn him in to the police, you get your Get Out of Jail Free card, Muchnick takes you off the swim team, everyone knows youâre innocent, and things go back to normal.â
âDefine
normal
.â I wave my tail in the air.
âI still think you should tell your mother, Charlie,â Lucille insists.
âI donât,â I reply. âIf I told my mom there was a dangerous monster on the loose, she wouldnât let me out of her sight for a second, and weâd
never
be able to capture the creature.â
âTrue.â Sam picks at the peeling black polish on his fingernails. âAnd who knows if sheâd believe him anyway? An identical twin monster running around getting Charlie into trouble? Even
you
had trouble believing it, Lucille, and you heard the monster with your own two ears. Iâm with the big guy.â He nods at me.
âThen you should talk to Mr. Arkady, Charlie,â Lucille suggests. âHeâs always telling us to come to him with our problems.â
âBut what could he do to help?â I wonder.
âYou never know until you ask,â Lucille answers.
âIâm home!â My dad slams the front door. Balthazar barks and runs into the hallway to greet him.
âDinnerâs ready,â Mom calls from the kitchen. âCome and get it!â
I turn off the TV. âHow do you suggest we go about catching this thing?â
âWe set a trap,â Lucille suggests.
âJust what I was thinking, Lucille,â Sam says. âAll we need is the right bait.â They both look at me.
âUh-uh. No way. I may be big and green and scaly, but Iâm not crazy. Iâm not going out there looking for trouble. That creature could tear me in half in two seconds without even breaking a sweat.â
âLizards donât sweat, Charlie,â Lucille explains. âItâs a commonly known fact. In hot weather the frilled dragon has been known to compensate by running around on its hind legs, thus generating a cool breeze and lowering its body temperature.â
âThatâs very reassuring, Lucille,â I reply.
My dad pokes his head into the den. âHurry up, kids. Iâm so hungry I could eat a table and have enough room left over for some chairs.â Thereâs no arguing with a starving father.
We go wash our hands and claws and then everyone runs to take their place at the dining room table, except Dave, who is still at football practice. Big surprise.
âPlease pass the potatoes, Mrs. D.â Sam places his napkin in his lap.
As my mom hands Sam the platter, my dad lugs in the little TV from the kitchen. âGet that thing out of here, honey,â Mom complains. âDinner is a time for relaxing and communicating.â
My dad puts the TV on the buffet next to the dining room table. âYouâre not going to believe what Al Swanson just texted me.â Al works in direct sales at Balls in Malls, the sporting goods store my dad manages. âEverybodyâs talking about it.â Dad turns the TV on, and Joe Jefferson appears, as tan and perfect as ever.
âYouâre impossible, Fred Drinkwater,â my mom snorts as she heads for the kitchen.
âQuiet, honey. Listen to this,â Dad