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movie. There are no secret creatures lurking inside that space shuttle.” He threw his smelly socks at Ziggy, who ducked.
    â€œAlso,” Jerome added, “I heard somewhere that they filled it up with cement when they mounted it there, to make sure space-happy kids like you don’t try anything. There would be nothing to see even ifyou could somehow climb the one hundred feet to the top of it.”
    â€œBesides,” Rico said, “if you so much as put your big toe outside the door of this Habitat tonight, alarms will ring, adults will show up in their nightclothes—a horrible thought—and you’ll be sent home before the moonlight has time to shine on your face.”
    â€œYou know what, Ziggy,” Rashawn said. “You’d get us all in trouble and make our team look bad if you tried something like that.”
    â€œYes, but we’re the Black Dinosaurs club—shouldn’t we be solving a mystery while we’re here?” Ziggy asked.
    â€œThe only mystery I care about right now is what happened to my pj’s!” Rico said as he dumped out his bag of clothes.
    â€œYou’re sitting on them,” Cubby told him with a laugh as he climbed into his bunk. Rico grabbed the pajamas and stuffed his other clothes back into his bag.
    â€œHey, don’t worry. Ziggy is no fool, mon! But I can dream, can’t I? This whole place is about learningthe science to help make dreams come true. Maybe one day I can do that.” He climbed into his top bunk. “But for now, I’m getting some sleep and dreaming of ways to get to space.” He pulled the covers over his head.
    The next morning, the boys woke to an early wake-up call and a breakfast of waffles and eggs. For their first activity, Team America headed over to the Multi-Axis Trainer, which Samantha called the MAT. A little nervous, each camper in the group shifted from one foot to the other as Samantha adjusted the straps and checked it for safety.
    â€œIt looks like a giant eggbeater,” Ziggy said.
    â€œPretty big eggs,” Rico said with awe in his voice.
    â€œMartian eggs, of course, mon,” Ziggy said, trying to sound unconcerned.
    â€œIt’s designed to show you how your body would react if you were in a space vehicle that went into a tumble, so it goes upside down and around and around—almost at the same time,” Cubby explained.
    â€œYou ever been on one?” Jerome asked.
    Cubby shook his head. “I know a lot of this stuff because I’ve read about it in books, but I’ve never been on any of this equipment,” he admitted.
    â€œWho’s going first?” Samantha asked.
    Ziggy raised his hand. “Since I fully intend to be a real astronaut,” he announced boldly, “I’m gonna be the first to see what it feels like to get your guts scrambled!”
    He walked over to the circular-shaped machine, which was about eight feet tall and four feet wide. It was made of about thirty rounded metal bars that curved around the astronaut-trainee’s seat. In the center of it a leather-cushioned chair with crisscross shoulder straps, arm and leg restraints, and a sturdy seat belt waited for Ziggy.
    Samantha helped Ziggy climb into the seat, strapped him in carefully, and asked, “Are you ready, Ziggy?”
    He nodded, and she stepped over to the controls to turn the machine on. “Keep your eyes open,” she suggested. “That way, your body will know where it is and you won’t get dizzy.”
    â€œI hope my body knows that,” Ziggy told her quietly.
    â€œHis face looks just like it did the day he got called to the principal’s office for letting that stray dog in school and hiding it all day,” Rashawn whispered to Jerome.
    â€œDo you think he’ll throw up?” Rico asked.
    â€œI hope not!” Cubby said. “That wouldn’t be a pretty sight.”
    The MAT’s motor began to hum, and then