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No one heard our cries for help.
    â€œAnd the worst part is,” Zeek said, “we won’t be able to save my parents or the other people on the tour. The Boneheads are probably closing in on them right now.”
    The walls slid closer. We slumped to the floor.
    Zeek looked over at me. “Well, buddy, if this is the end, at least we’ll be together.”
    â€œYeah,” I said, looking at the walls closing in. “We’ll be so together, they won’t be able to tell us apart!”
    Zeek laughed. He stuck his thumb up in the air, for maybe the last time. I did the same.
    Then he took out the video camera and pointed it at me. “Any last words?”
    I jumped up. “That’s it!”
    â€œWhat’s it?”
    â€œIf we were in a real movie, what would we do to save ourselves? I mean, we’re Danger Guys! We’re the heroes here!”
    Zeek sat up. “Well, we’d probably have some cool props to help us out? Like maybe a ladder.”
    â€œThat would be too easy. Let’s check our backpacks. We’ve got to have something!”
    Zeek opened his. “Blank tapes. Extra battery. Sunglasses. Those two flashlights from the Vulcan. Not much. What’s in yours?”
    â€œI don’t even know. My dad packed it this morning.” I turned it upside down and one thing dropped out on the floor.
    Clunk!
    â€œA lunch box? Oh yeah, Noodle. What every hero needs.”
    â€œHey, not just any lunch box. My official Indiana Jones lunch box. We can eat while we think.”
    I opened the box and took out a peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich made on waffles. That’s a specialty my mom makes me because she knows about me and waffles.
    I gave half of it to Zeek as the walls slid closer.
    â€œLast meal?” he asked me.
    I tried to smile.
    Then, I had a brilliant idea. The most brilliant idea ever. I mean, the reason they call me Noodle is because of ideas like these. This idea—
    â€œHurry, Nood. It’s getting a little tight in here!”
    Okay. I opened the lunch box face down on the floor between the crushing walls. It was right underneath the hole that we had fallen through.
    â€œPerfect,” I said. “Now we stand on it, one foot on the front, one on the back. And we wait.” I smiled big. “Simple!”
    â€œSimple death, you mean!”
    â€œHey, pal,” I said. “It’s our only hope. Now hand me a flashlight. If this goes the way I want it to, we’ll need something to bonk some skullheads.”
    â€œAnd if it doesn’t go the way you want it to?”
    I shrugged. “Then we’ll be human mush in—ten seconds.”
    â€œTough choice. Not!” Zeek jumped up with me on the lunch box.
    Clank-clank-clank. The walls came closer.
    Six feet. Five feet. Four feet. Three feet.
    â€œNoodle, I just want to say that you’re my best friend in the whole world and we’ve had the greatest times and if we did it all over again I wouldn’t change a—a—aaaeeeooowww!”
    CRRRRRUUUUUUUNCH!

NINE
    The walls hit the lunch box. They made a horrible grinding sound. They kept squeezing—squeezing—squeezing—
    SNAP!
    My lunch box snapped closed with such force we shot like rockets right through that hole in the ceiling just as the walls came crashing together!
    Instantly we found ourselves in a hall in the castle surrounded by fifty Boneheads.
    Their empty jaws were grinning at us. Their swords waved in the air in front of our noses.
    â€œWipe those smiles off your skulls, you creeps! You’re up against Danger Guys now!”
    I held up my flashlight and shook it in their faces.
    Suddenly— fwing! An icy shaft of blue light shot out of the open end.
    The Boneheads stepped back.
    â€œWhoa, Zeekie! It’s not a flashlight!”
    Zeek hit a switch on his, and the light flung out instantly. “Laser swords! Noodle! Just like they used in Space Wars