Philby remained as a lookout somewhere outside the teepee. This, because they’d had unwanted visitors before.
“So? What now?” Wil a asked. “I mean we’ve looked for Wayne everywhere and I just don’t think he’s here in MK.”
“If he is here,” Charlene said, “we’re not going to find him. I agree with Wil a.”
“We can’t give up,” Finn said.
“That was a trap tonight, Whitman,” Maybeck said. “You and I…we walked into it. We can’t be hanging around MK anymore. They’re onto us.”
“I’d like to disagree with you,” Finn said, “but I can’t. I say we move on to the Animal Kingdom.”
“But our DHIs aren’t set up there, right?” Charlene said. There had been a time when Charlene had understood little of the technology that al owed them to cross over and become DHIs by night inside the park. But now she spoke as the expert they al had become.
“Correct,” Finn said. “If we look for him inside AK, then it has to be during the day, and we have to go as ourselves.”
“We’d be mobbed,” Maybeck said. He made a valid point, Finn thought. The DHIs had become so popular that even at the mal and at movie theaters the five kids were approached and often overwhelmed by fans. Inside one of the parks it would be insane. There were also contractual rules limiting their visits to the Disney parks in order to protect the “brand” of the Disney Hosts. The kids often ignored these rules, going in disguise, but…
“My parents would kil me if I got caught,” Wil a said. “Now that they’ve added us into Epcot and the Hol ywood Studios, the cruise line and the ice show, my parents are freaking. It’s apparently a lot of money Disney is paying into the col ege account. I blow that and I’m dead.”
“Yeah, same here,” Maybeck said. “My aunt has lectured me about a mil ion times on not messing with that col ege fund.”
“So we don’t look for Wayne?” Finn said. “That’s not happening.”
“If it means we have to go into AK, Epcot, or the Studios as ourselves, I’m out,” Charlene said. “Or, if we go in, we’ve got to tel the company, and everything the contract says to do. I’m in the same situation as Maybeck and Wil a. My parents are counting on this col ege money.”
“I can’t believe you guys would bail on Wayne,” Finn said. He found it a little strange to be talking to a dark, empty teepee, but it wasn’t the first time.
“Psst!” It was Philby just outside the door of the teepee. His DHI glowed in the darkness.
“We’ve got company.” He stepped inside and, as he crossed into the projection shadow, a black line sliced through his image and slowly ate him. His DHI disappeared.
“Ouch!”
Philby had sat down on Finn’s crossed legs. Finn moved over, and Philby’s butt made an impression in the sand beside him. “Not a peep,” he whispered. “It’s al of them!”
A moment later, the crunch of dry palm fronds and jungle leaves could be heard as the pirates entered the Indian Vil age.
“They probably skedaddled,” said a man in a low and ominous voice. It sounded as if he had gravel in his throat.
“Footprints!” cal ed another man’s voice.
A shudder passed through each of the Kingdom Keepers. They had gotten careless. A year earlier they would have taken the extra precaution of dragging a branch behind them to erase their footprints. When Finn was pure light, a true DHI, he didn’t leave any footprints, but that wasn’t often and it wasn’t for long. The other DHIs were always part human, and therefore left tracks. Finn and the others understood perfectly wel where those footprints led: directly to the teepee they now occupied. They’d trapped themselves. Their only defense was their invisibility, and their invisibility lasted only as long as they were deep within the teepee and in the projection shadow.
The voices drew closer—the pirates were fol owing the footprints closer and closer.
“It’s here,” a low voice growled, immediately outside the teepee.
A face appeared, partly in silhouette, with a scraggly beard, dark brown moles like warts, and winding scars. The man stepped inside.
Finn spotted the black plastic fob hanging from the pole by the door of the teepee. The remote control device could send them al back to the safety of their beds. Their homes. But it was out of reach now. The pirate blocked the way.
In the past, Wayne had typical y kept the fob himself. But without Wayne around, they had to hide the fob safely in the park so they could use it to leave. They’d been using the teepee as a hiding place, but now that would have to change.
Finn’s hand nervously clutched into a fist. In doing so, he gripped a handful of sand. He reached out, his hand searching, and he bumped into Charlene’s arm. He let some of the sand cascade onto her skin, hoping she would get the message.
Over the next few seconds he heard the soft trickle of sand spil ing. She had understood! The sound moved from DHI to DHI in a semicircle inside the teepee.
The pirate heard it too, but couldn’t figure it out.
Finn scooped up two big fistfuls of sand. His heart pounded in his chest.
The pirate looked searchingly into the teepee.
“Ain’t no one here,” he said.
“But them tracks go in and don’t come back out,” said the man with the gravel voice. “Don’t make no sense.”
“Them kids is cagey,” offered a third voice. “Wouldn’t trust them with my teeth.”
“You ain’t got no teeth,” said the man in the doorway. “Come take a look yourself.”
A second face appeared in the doorway. This man had long, greasy hair, a gold hoop earring in his right ear, and a left eyelid partly sewn shut. He smel ed like bacon fat and fish guts.
He also stepped inside. “Them tracks don’t make no sense.” He looked up into the peak of the teepee, searching for the kids. “And them tracks don’t lie. They’re here somewhere.”
He looked right at Finn.
“Maybe they done dug themselves down into the sand like a flounder.”
“You mean a stone crab,” said the first man.
“I mean a flounder, you landlubber. Or a ray. What’s it matter what kind of fish, you ninny?
Point is, they could be hiding ’neath the sand and we wouldn’t know it, now would we?”
The two were standing inside the teepee now, one so close to where Philby had sat down that he had to be just about touching his DHI. The pirates used their feet to disturb the sand, digging down.
“How would they be breathing?” the gravel-voiced pirate asked.
“How should I know?” answered the one-eyed stink bomb.
“Now!” Finn shouted. He stood and threw both handfuls of sand directly into the faces of the two pirates.
The men screamed. Covering his face, clawing at his eyes, one fel to his knees as Philby tripped him.
Finn snagged the remote control fob on the way out the door as the other Kingdom Keepers charged for the doorway. Two more pirates appeared.
Startled by the kids appearing out of thin air, the two men went wide-eyed with surprise. Wil a and Charlene fil ed those eyes with flying sand. The two pirates hol ered and staggered back.
The Kingdom Keepers rushed out of the teepee as a group. Finn, the fob in hand, ran smack into what felt like a giant sponge, bounced back, and fel to the sand.
Stitch stood over him.
“You don’t belong here,” Stitch said. He showed his teeth. It looked as if he could bite Finn’s head off—and maybe had that in mind.
Maybeck, who had run past Stitch, now daringly crept up behind the blue alien and knelt down on al fours.
Finn got up.
“Neither do you,” Finn said. “Shouldn’t you be back in space? And you want to know something? I liked you until just now. My sister thinks you’re cute.”
This caused Stitch a moment of thought.
Finn took the opportunity to step forward and shove the creature over Maybeck’s back. Stitch went down hard.
The pirates were up now, angry as hornets, and running hard to catch them.
“Ready?” Finn cal ed out. “Keep close together. Everyone hold hands.”
No one argued. They closed ranks and al held hands.
Finn had never tried to use the remote control device on the run before. They’d always been standing together as a group. He had no idea if it would work. He hoped that by holding hands…
“One…” he counted.
The pirates were only a few feet behind them. He heard the ring of steel as swords were drawn.
“Two…”
Whoosh! A sword blade passed frighteningly close to his head.
“Three!”
He pushed the button. Al the holograms disappeared at once. The black fob fel into the bushes at the base of a palm tree—a location Finn would etch vividly in his memory.
3
FINN OPENED HIS EYES. It was the same as always: he could barely see. His bedroom was cloaked in a midnight darkness, the only light coming from the colorful LEDs on his computer and his DS.
He could make out the poster of Matt Damon overhead, taped to the ceiling alongside a glow-in-the-dark mobile of the solar system. He reached out and touched his face, pul ed on his ear—he was human. He’d crossed back over again. He could never real y be sure if the experience was anything more than a vivid dream. If the other Kingdom Keepers had not had the exact same dream as his he might have questioned al of it. But there was no doubting the phenomenon anymore. As unreal as it was, it was for real.
As if to confirm this, he felt his left arm stinging and, reaching over, felt it sticky with blood. He raked back the bedding, worried about staining the sheet—worried his mother would see the blood—and sure enough there was a smear on the sheet. The pirate’s sword had caught him. The cut wasn’t deep, but it was five inches long and stil bleeding a little. He jumped up. He’d worn his regular clothes to bed—a pair of cargo shorts and a Rays T-shirt—and he was dressed the same way stil , including his Keens. His clothes were wet and, turning on a light and looking back, he saw that the bed was too.
Dang! Finn thought, considering the damage control necessary to put things right. He cleaned and closed the wound with two Band-Aids. He’d have to wash the top sheet, dry both sheets, maybe the mattress pad too, and remake the bed before getting any sleep. The dryer was in a laundry room by the kitchen. It would wake his mother. He frantical y rubbed a wet face towel on the top sheet, combatting the bloodstain. He tried some soap and more water and got most of it out. He stripped the bed, made sure his bedroom door was closed tightly, then closed his bathroom door to make an effective sound barrier. He hung the sheets over the shower curtain rod and used his blow-dryer on them.
His clothes were a bigger problem. How would he explain to his mother that his clothes had gotten soaked while he’d been asleep? A year ago he might have invented some fairly believable story, but now both his parents watched him like hawks. The Kingdom Keepers had acquired legendary notoriety. There had been newspaper stories about “rumors” circulating around Orlando and on Internet chat sites that five kids had somehow “saved” the park. A book had been written.
Their adventure inside Animal Kingdom had been witnessed by hundreds of park visitors, adding credence to the rumors. While most adults would not, could not, ful y believe any of the stories, kids had no problem doing so. Finn’s parents fel somewhere in between doubt and fear. They doubted Finn could leave his room at night and enter the Magic Kingdom as his DHI; but they secretly feared it was true. More importantly they believed—falsely—that he sneaked out at night and violated his contract with Disney by visiting the parks.
They’d instal ed an alarm system, claiming the neighborhood had had some trouble; in fact it wasn’t to warn them if burglars tried to get into their house, but if their son tried to get out. He didn’t know the security code—the house was, in fact, an effective electronic jail. But if, without explanation, he dumped a pile of wet clothes into the laundry, questions would be asked that he couldn’t answer. He had sworn not to lie to his parents, a promise he’d made himself years before. He had no desire to break that promise, so he had to find creative ways to sneak around the truth without outright lying. He settled on an idea. His effort on the sheet had failed miserably: it looked as if he’d smeared ketchup on it.
The thought of ketchup steered him toward the kitchen and a possible solution. He loved potato chips with ketchup and his mother had long ago denied him permission to eat the combination in his room, because he always made a mess of it. So he made up a plate of it—ate some, since he was constantly starving—and put the plate on his bedside table. He then smeared some ketchup on his clothes and the sheets and bundled them up and put them into the washer.
He set his alarm clock for ten minutes before his parents would wake up, and climbed into bed between a blanket and the mattress.
He slept soundly, woke with the alarm, and quickly started the washing machine.
Five minutes later his mother, wearing a knee-length pajama top, knocked on his bedroom door and entered. His mother didn’t look good in the morning. In fact, she looked kind of scary—
her hair tangled, her face plain and pale, her eyes unable to open al the way. She scratched at her col arbone, rubbed her eyes with her knuckles, and yawned.
“What are you doing?”
“Laundry. Sorry.”
“You are doing laundry?” she asked. “So what’s going on?”
He made a point of pretending to try to hide the plate of chips and ketchup beneath a sheet of Kleenex tissue. It was such a lame attempt, he wondered if he’d overdone it—but she was not ful y awake. She raised her voice.
“Ah, Finn…I thought we talked about that! You’re not al owed to bring food into your room.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I was famished.”
“You eat like a horse. You ate a gigantic dinner!”
“Sorry.”
“You know the rules.”
“I kind of…I dropped a couple of chips, but…I put everything in the wash.”
“That’s a first.”
“I real y am sorry.”
“No more. Okay? We’ve talked about this.”
She turned and headed back down the hal .
Finn celebrated his smal success. It wasn’t easy trying to save Disney World from the Overtakers.
Harder stil being the son of disbelievers.
He rode his bike to school. It was a serious stunt bike and he was proud to be seen riding it.
He locked it with two locks along with a bunch of other bikes, but in his mind none were as slick as his Hawk Tracer BMX. He rounded the corner from behind the gym where the bikes were parked and headed for the entrance.
He wasn’t sure exactly how it happened, but he caught sight of a woman on the sidewalk out in front of the school. She was walking slowly, carrying a purse over her right shoulder, and a Disneyland 50th Anniversary Celebration tote over her left. Finn knew that particular khaki-colored tote bag—and it was a big deal, a serious col ector’s item. He could see a couple dozen pins attached to the tote’s fabric handles and didn’t need to get any closer to know that these, too, would be col ectible pins—the ones that sold for hundreds of dol ars on eBay. He knew women like her. He could spot the Disney freaks a mile away.
What raised his hackles was that she was looking at him. There was a huge distance between them—fifty yards or more—and yet Finn knew what he knew: she was focused only on him. Him, and him alone. It wasn’t something that made any sense; nor was it something he could explain; he just knew it. That was al .
What made matters more complicated was that this was not the first time he’d seen her.
Yesterday, after school, he’d seen a woman—maybe this same woman—out there. She hadn’t been carrying the tote. Was that some kind of signal for him? he wondered. Was
he supposed to go out there and talk to her because she had a col ector’s-item tote? Did that make any sense?
Just the idea sent shivers through him. Disney freaks came in al shapes and sizes—and al ages. He’d learned that the hard way. He didn’t want some grown-up stalker fol owing him around.
Maybeck had reported a woman window-shopping too long outside his aunt’s pottery shop. He’d seen her out there a couple of times.
Was this the same woman? Finn wondered. Was she an adult Kingdom Keepers stalker?
How random was that? Were they al going to need bodyguards before long? What had started out as something cool focused only on the Disney parks had now grown considerably with the DHI program’s expansion. Was it going to wreck his life and leave him hiding from adult freak shows, like this woman stalking him here at school?
He hurried up the stairs, stopping just outside the front doors. He looked back toward the street. The woman had moved on, showing absolutely no interest in him or the school.
So was he making this up? he wondered.
Or was she some kind of professional?
4
FINN WASN’T SURE WHAT IT WAS. Al his male friends hated girls. They made fun of girls behind their backs, went to great lengths to embarrass them in person, and yet never stopped talking and complaining about them when they weren’t around. Making things more complicated for Finn was that he didn’t mind girls so much. One in particular he didn’t mind at al .
He’d met Amanda in a weird sort of way and had eventual y been involved in saving her sister
—in fact, a girl who wasn’t real y her sister, a girl once cal ed Jez, now it was Jess or Jessica, depending on what week it was and what color hair dye she was using; girls liked to change their names, their looks, and their friends as often as possible. Amanda, sometimes cal ed Mandy, wasn’t like the other girls—though Finn had said that to his friends once and had been laughed at until he’d turned red. So now he kept thoughts like that to himself, a process that, as far as he could tel , only caused him to think about her al the more.
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