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and Tara had big grins on their faces. They were practically hopping up and down too.
“Max, this is so
awesome
!” Tara cried. “You're going to tell us what happened to our family. And maybe you can tell us how to be alive again!”
“Thanks, dude!” Nicky said. He slapped me a high five.
“Wish Mom and Dad were here,” Tara said.
“Hoo hoo,” I replied. I suddenly wanted to scratch my chest.
I struggled to think clearly. “You know, I still hoo hoo feel like me,” I said. My voice came out scratchy and high. “And I still think like me,” I told them. “But … I want a banana really badly.”
Nicky and Tara laughed. They thought I was joking.
I shut my eyes for a moment and thought really hard.
Was the chimp's brain really inside mine? If so, why did I still think like me?
Yes, I was making chimp sounds. And yes, I had some chimp feelings.
But what about the chimp memories? What about the things Mr. Harvey was supposed to reveal to Nicky and Tara? Were those memories inside my head?
“Max, why are your eyes closed?” Nicky asked.
“What is it?” Tara demanded. “Are you okay? What are you thinking about?”
Good question.
I was thinking about bananas. And about scratching myself.
But
what else?
Where were the important chimp memories?
Where was the important information?
“Uh-oh,” I murmured. A wave of dread swept over me, making me feel heavy and cold.
“Hoo hoo,” I said. “Something is wrong, guys. Something is
terribly
wrong.”
T HEY STARED AT ME with their mouths open.
I struggled to think clearly. If only I had a banana. Or maybe some grapes.
I suddenly had to go to the bathroom. Should I do it in my pants?
“Hoo hoo,” I said.
I shook my head hard. No time for monkey talk. I had to tell Nicky and Tara what I was thinking.
“Listen, guys,” I said in my scratchy voice. “Something is very wrong. Hoo hoo. The chimp brain is inside me. I can hoo hoo feel it.”
“Yes?” Tara asked. “And?”
I reached up to her hair and started to work my fingers through it, grooming her, searching for fleas. She pulled my arm away gently. “Max, what are you trying to say?”
“The chimp brain is
empty!”
I cried. I started hopping furiously up and down. “Hoo hoo!”
“I—I don't understand,” Nicky said. “What do you mean?”
“Give him a chance,” Tara scolded her brother. “He's part chimp. It takes him time to get the words out.”
I took a deep breath. “The brain is empty,” I said, speaking slowly, forcing myself to concentrate. “It doesn't have any memories. There are no memories of you or your family.”
“No way!” Tara cried. “You're just not thinking right, Max.”
“There's nothing to think about,” I said. “Hoo hoo hoo. I want a banana really badly. That's my only thought. Don't you see? Something is wrong. I have chimp thoughts—but no memories at all!”
I jumped down from the stool. I started toward the kitchen.
“Where are you going?” Tara cried. She and Nicky hurried after me.
I was lumbering from side to side, like a chimp.
“Don't panic, Max,” Tara said. “Dr. Smollet will be able to get the memories from your brain. You have to wait for him.”
“Hoo hoo,” I said. “There's something weird going on.”
I wobbled across the lab to the kitchen. Nicky and Tara ran close behind me.
I pulled open the door and we stepped inside.
No one there. An empty room.
And it wasn't a kitchen. It was an empty closet. With an open door at the other end.
“Dr. Smollet!” Nicky and Tara both shouted. “Dr. Smollet! Where are you?”
No answer.
All I could hear were the shrieks and cries of the lab animals far down the hall.
“Dr. Smollet? Dr. Smollet?”
We ran up and down the long halls, searching for him, shouting his name.
No answer.
“Hoo hoo,” I said, hopping up and down angrily. “He and Mr. Harvey have run away!”
T HE WORDS MADE ME dizzy. I sank onto the floor. I shook my head sadly.
“He … he
“Max, this is so
awesome
!” Tara cried. “You're going to tell us what happened to our family. And maybe you can tell us how to be alive again!”
“Thanks, dude!” Nicky said. He slapped me a high five.
“Wish Mom and Dad were here,” Tara said.
“Hoo hoo,” I replied. I suddenly wanted to scratch my chest.
I struggled to think clearly. “You know, I still hoo hoo feel like me,” I said. My voice came out scratchy and high. “And I still think like me,” I told them. “But … I want a banana really badly.”
Nicky and Tara laughed. They thought I was joking.
I shut my eyes for a moment and thought really hard.
Was the chimp's brain really inside mine? If so, why did I still think like me?
Yes, I was making chimp sounds. And yes, I had some chimp feelings.
But what about the chimp memories? What about the things Mr. Harvey was supposed to reveal to Nicky and Tara? Were those memories inside my head?
“Max, why are your eyes closed?” Nicky asked.
“What is it?” Tara demanded. “Are you okay? What are you thinking about?”
Good question.
I was thinking about bananas. And about scratching myself.
But
what else?
Where were the important chimp memories?
Where was the important information?
“Uh-oh,” I murmured. A wave of dread swept over me, making me feel heavy and cold.
“Hoo hoo,” I said. “Something is wrong, guys. Something is
terribly
wrong.”
T HEY STARED AT ME with their mouths open.
I struggled to think clearly. If only I had a banana. Or maybe some grapes.
I suddenly had to go to the bathroom. Should I do it in my pants?
“Hoo hoo,” I said.
I shook my head hard. No time for monkey talk. I had to tell Nicky and Tara what I was thinking.
“Listen, guys,” I said in my scratchy voice. “Something is very wrong. Hoo hoo. The chimp brain is inside me. I can hoo hoo feel it.”
“Yes?” Tara asked. “And?”
I reached up to her hair and started to work my fingers through it, grooming her, searching for fleas. She pulled my arm away gently. “Max, what are you trying to say?”
“The chimp brain is
empty!”
I cried. I started hopping furiously up and down. “Hoo hoo!”
“I—I don't understand,” Nicky said. “What do you mean?”
“Give him a chance,” Tara scolded her brother. “He's part chimp. It takes him time to get the words out.”
I took a deep breath. “The brain is empty,” I said, speaking slowly, forcing myself to concentrate. “It doesn't have any memories. There are no memories of you or your family.”
“No way!” Tara cried. “You're just not thinking right, Max.”
“There's nothing to think about,” I said. “Hoo hoo hoo. I want a banana really badly. That's my only thought. Don't you see? Something is wrong. I have chimp thoughts—but no memories at all!”
I jumped down from the stool. I started toward the kitchen.
“Where are you going?” Tara cried. She and Nicky hurried after me.
I was lumbering from side to side, like a chimp.
“Don't panic, Max,” Tara said. “Dr. Smollet will be able to get the memories from your brain. You have to wait for him.”
“Hoo hoo,” I said. “There's something weird going on.”
I wobbled across the lab to the kitchen. Nicky and Tara ran close behind me.
I pulled open the door and we stepped inside.
No one there. An empty room.
And it wasn't a kitchen. It was an empty closet. With an open door at the other end.
“Dr. Smollet!” Nicky and Tara both shouted. “Dr. Smollet! Where are you?”
No answer.
All I could hear were the shrieks and cries of the lab animals far down the hall.
“Dr. Smollet? Dr. Smollet?”
We ran up and down the long halls, searching for him, shouting his name.
No answer.
“Hoo hoo,” I said, hopping up and down angrily. “He and Mr. Harvey have run away!”
T HE WORDS MADE ME dizzy. I sank onto the floor. I shook my head sadly.
“He … he
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