CHINNY CHIN CHINS-The Series-Book #1

That same morning, Little Sally was sitting at the kitchen table eating her favorite Cocoa Puffs for breakfast. But with only two days left before the race, she wasn’t taking any chances with Teensy Magee. So she’d hired Judy Dumplin, another one of her sneaky spies, to spend the night out back in the clubhouse which was Little Sally’s command center for downright dirty tricks and sneaky rotten operations.
Then bright and early that morning, as the sun came up, Judy noticed three strange blips pop up on the radar screen and she heard the weirdest chatter on the radio. Right away, she dialed the red telephone, which was the hot line to the house, where Little Sally was enjoying her breakfast.
“Oh, hi, Judy,” Little Sally said, as she answered the phone. “Is anything wrong?” she asked.
“Something is definitely wrong!” Judy worried. “I’m hearing lions and tigers and bears!”
“Lions and tigers and bears! Oh my!” cried Little Sally. “I’ll be right there,” she said, just as soon as she gobbled the last two bites of her chocolaty, crunchy Cocoa Puffs.

Minutes later, when Little Sally threw open the door and hurried into the clubhouse, Judy was hovering over the radar screen and tracking the blips. Then they went poof, and disappeared. Then they popped up again, and poof, they were gone again.
“What’s going on?” asked Little Sally.
“I don’t know,” said Judy. “They’re here one second and gone the next. I’m having trouble tracking them. They’re somewhere way, way, way up north of here.”
To make things really strange, each time the blips popped up, there was weird chatter on the radio. And when they disappeared, the chatter became fuzzy and hard to hear, then it faded away altogether.
“What do you think it is?” asked Judy, really confused.
“I don’t know,” said Little Sally, just as confused as Judy was.
Suddenly, the blips popped up again, and this time Little Sally turned up the volume on the radio, and together, she and Judy strained to hear the weird chatter.
“Lion, this is Bear,” said the first blip.
“Bear, this is Lion,” said the second blip. “Go ahead, over.”
“Lion, is Tiger in your neck of the woods?” said the first blip again.
“I don’t see him at this time,” said the second blip again.
Then the third blip popped up and said, “Lion and Bear, this is Tiger, over.”
“Go ahead, Tiger,” said the second blip. “I read you loud and clear. Are you lost? Over.”
“Negative,” said the third blip again. “I’m just flying around up here and enjoying the scenery.”
“Well, catch up and stay close,” said the second blip. “You don’t want Goldilocks to see us, do you?”
Then the blips disappeared from the radar screen. The chatter was gone and the radio was really loud with scratchy static.
“You see?” said Judy. “I told you I heard lions and tigers and bears!”
“And I heard Goldilocks!” said Little Sally. “That could mean me! Somebody up there is trying to be sneaky, and nobody’s sneakier than me! You better get in the spy plane and go up and take a look. I’ll be right here running the command center. And report back to me, on the double, as soon as you see something!”
So Judy dashed next door to Little Sally’s hangar and jumped in the spy plane which was a rosy pink. She loved pink. Pink was her favorite color. She wore a pink shirt, pink pants, and a pink jacket and fashionably pink boots. Even her helmet and goggles and gloves were pink. And Pinkie was her call sign.
Just as soon as Judy took off and roared way up high in the sky like a rocket, Tess’s early warning system sounded the alarm in Teensy’s basement laboratory. And likewise, the alarm went bong, bong, bong in Teensy’s cockpit, and he braced himself for the emergency.
Then Tess dialed the secret frequency and called him over the radio. “Lion, dear. Tess here,” she said.
“Come in, Tess.” Teensy said.
“Lion, dear,” she said. “Goldilocks’s spy plane just took off in a hurry and Pinkie is heading your way!”
Thanks to Tess’s warning, Teensy took evasive action. “Launch the chaff countermeasures!” he said.
“Right away!” Tess said.
Strips of aluminum foil, called chaff, were another one of Teensy’s many secret weapons. On his command, Tess launched thousands and thousands of great big balloons filled with helium gas into the skies over Ocean City, and tied to their long strings were the chaff strips of aluminum foil to confuse Little Sally’s radar.
And it worked, brilliantly. Right away, Little Sally’s radar screen lit up like a Christmas tree with thousands and thousands of the strangest blips popping up all over the place. “What’s going on up there?” she cried to Judy. “We’re being invaded by enemy planes!”
“I don’t see any planes,” said Judy. “Just lots and lots of pretty balloons with shiny silver tails.”
“Shiny silver tails? Foiled again!” growled Little Sally. “It’s that Teensy Magee! I’ll get him!”
She dashed next door to the hangar and put on her red helmet and red goggles and red gloves. Then she took off in her tiny red warplane, really, really mad. “Try to fool me, will you! This is war!” she said.
All over again, Tess’s early warning system sounded the alarm in Teensy’s basement laboratory and it bonged, bonged, bonged in his cockpit. Then Tess dialed the secret frequency again and warned Teensy that Little Sally herself was on the way in her tiny red warplane, and to be extra careful.
Just then, Teensy radioed Matt and Rodney to hurry and follow him. He told them to stay close and drop down low, under a hundred feet, so that Goldilocks’s airborne radar couldn’t find them.
And it would have worked, if not for Rodney, the slowpoke. He was having so much fun flying his plane around through the fluffy clouds that he took his sweet time following Teensy’s orders. As a result, he was still high enough for Little Sally to see his blip on the radar screen on her instrument panel, and she took off after him.
“Help!” he cried to Matt and Teensy. “I’ve got Goldilocks on my six and she’s shooting sticks!”
“Those aren’t just sticks!” said Teensy. “They’re stinky stickums!”
All around poor Rodney, tiny feathered arrows, with red rubber suction cups, shot past both sides of his cockpit. He was under heavy attack, and Teensy and Matt couldn’t get to him fast enough. He tried his best to outfly her, but he was definitely no match for the speedy Little Sally. She swooped down out of the sky, right behind him, and shot hundreds of stinky stickums that went splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, and stuck like glue all over his plane.
Then a stinky stickum jammed his rudder and another jammed one his elevators and he couldn’t steer or guide his plane.
“Help me, I’m going down like a rock!” he pleaded.
“I’ll fix you!” said Little Sally. “Call me Goldilocks, will you!”
She shot his crippled plane again and again. He tried to lose her and he skimmed the treetops, but she kept coming, shooting her stinky stickums in rapid fire.
Teensy got there too late to help, and he called, “Tiger, try to get to the barn, over!”
The barn was pilot talk for Teensy’s hangar.
“I’ll try!” cried Rodney.
But it was all over. Rodney crashed into the neighbor’s chimney next door and smashed his propeller. Then he rolled down the roof and broke both wings when he hit the ground.
Little Sally looked down and saw the smoking wreckage and watched Rodney crawl out of his plane, safe but sad. Then she flew away and giggled with glee and said, “Nobody ever tricks me!”