Right now he looked about ready to punch somebody’s lights out. Mount McKenzie wasn’t the only thing that seemed to be exploding either. Thankfully, most of the crowd seemed to believe that the explosion was another one of Tyrone’s publicity stunts. And we didn’t have a clue where it was coming from. Who knew what else they had in mind besides destroying Mount McKenzie? The huge crowd of park-goers, celebrities, and press who’d lined up to get inside the gates first were now all in terrible danger. It said I WARNED YOU! Whoever it was had threatened to ruin opening day and destroy the park. And we knew it wasn’t an accident, because Tyrone had received a text message on his PDA from Sk8rH8r, the nickname of the person behind the attacks on the park, right as the mountain blew up. Our only suspect, a local security guard named Wallace, was behind bars, and he couldn’t have done it. Mount McKenzie wasn’t supposed to blow up on opening day. It was definitely the best mission we’d had yet.Įxcept for one small problem.

The place was crawling with celebrities, actors, and musicians. The park was awesome, with hundreds of rides, roller coasters, and games taking over the entire island.

Tyrone loved us-well, okay, he loved me and he liked Joe. We’d thought our case was over-we’d figured out who had been harassing the wealthy music producer Tyrone McKenzie and arrested them before they could ruin the opening day of his new extreme sport amusement park, Galaxy X. In fact, I had a lot to talk to ATAC about right then. If things keep exploding at Galaxy X, I thought, I’m asking ATAC to issue me some earplugs. The crowd was still cheering, and the echo of the explosion of Mount McKenzie was fresh in my ears.

X-plosion by Franklin W. Dixon