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mister!” she said, jabbing him with her finger. “Hellooooo?”
    The logger spun around, almost hitting her with the saw. “You take it easy with that chain saw,” she told him. “There are rare birds living around here. You can’t cut down those trees.”
    The man just stared at Linda.
    â€œOooh, sweetheart!” Tulio said, running up to them. “There you are! I was looking for you.” He turned to the logger. “Beautiful out here, isn’t it?” He smiled broadly.
    â€œYou two lost?” came a voice. It was the foreman.
    â€œLost? No, no, hahaha, lost. Ah, we’re here on our honeymoon,” Tulio said, forcing a chuckle. “We’re actually just heading back to join the tour.” He tugged on Linda’s arm. “Come along, dear. Let’s go. Let’s go. We’re late.”
    The foreman was still studying them as Tulio dragged Linda away. “Linda, logs aren’t the only things these guys cut,” he said as they left.
    â€œLet’s see how tough they act when we call the authorities!” she fumed.
    Tulio pulled her along, but he kept looking back over his shoulder. He had the sneaking suspicion they were being followed.
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    Blu flew back and forth, looking for a Brazil nut tree. “Where are those things?” he said, landing on a branch. “I know they’re around here somewhere.”
    A hand reached out of the leaves and tapped him on the shoulder. Blu spun around. No one was there. But then another hand grabbed his tail.
    Click! A hand grabbed his fanny pack. Monkeys! They took off running across the branches.
    â€œHey!” Blu cried angrily. “Hey, hey! No, hey! Hey! Come back here!” Blu chased the monkeys through the jungle, desperate to get his stuff back. Now the monkeys were rifling through his fanny pack. His stuff was spilling out. One monkey grabbed the GPS.
    â€œHey, no! Stop it!” Blu shouted. The monkey tossed the GPS. “No, no! Be careful with that!” Blu lunged forward, catching it just in time.
    Another monkey took out Blu’s electric toothbrush. “No! No! Don’t do it!” Blu pleaded, horrified to see the monkey shove the brush in his ear. “Ewwww!”
    Monkeys were looping Blu’s roll of toilet paper all over the branches. “Stop it!” he yelled. Not watching where he was going, Blu flew deeper into the jungle.
    He spotted one of the monkeys sitting on a branch, inspecting the fanny pack. Blu reached over and snatched it back. “Gotcha!” He was breathing hard. “Thank you,” he said sarcastically.
    Blu looked around. He was in a huge Brazil nut tree grove. “Finally, Brazil nuts,” he said. He landed on a branch, opened his fanny pack, and pulled out his Adventurer’s Knife. “ This is my most important tool,” he declared. He slid up the can-opener apparatus and used it to try to pry a nut loose. It didn’t work. So he tried the corkscrew and then the set of pliers. Nothing.
    â€œUgh, everything but a knife,” he said, frustrated. He tossed the knife back into his fanny pack and attacked the nut with his talons. Then he tried to pull a nut pod off the tree with his beak. Despite some serious tugging, it was on there tight.
    â€œWell, well, well. What do we have here?”
    Blu looked up to see Felipe landing nearby with his gang of red macaws. They were all smiling widely at him. Too widely.
    This made Blu nervous. He clutched the branch.
    â€œI guess old Eddie’s rules don’t apply to everyone,” Felipe said, squinting at him. “You’re on our side.”
    â€œOh, oh really? Okay. My bad,” Blu apologized, gulping. “I didn’t know that.” He let go of the branch and it snapped forward, launching the nut pod into the air and smacking the red macaw in the face.
    â€œOh! Oops!” Blu cried. “Sorry! Sorry!”
    The red macaw rubbed his