youâve seen nineteen iguanas born, the twentieth is pretty much ... like ... you know ... the nineteenth. Or the eighteenth, for that matter.
We watched in silence some more. The iguanaâs snout was showing itself, but he was taking a rest before busting all the way out of the egg. Itâs hard work, getting born.
âSo tell me, Hank,â Tom said. âWhy did you take the cable box apart in the first place?â
I told him the whole story about how I tried to tape the movie for Frankie and how I screwed up.
âWhat movie was it?â he asked.
â The Mutant Moth That Ate Toledo .â
âOh man, thatâs a classic,â he said.
âSo they say,â I said. âItâs not out on video, and they only play it on TV once a year. My best friend has been waiting to see it his whole life. Now heâll have to wait three hundred and sixty-three more days, thanks to me.â
âHank, look at me,â Tom said. âWhat do you see?â
âA guy.â I shrugged.
âA guy who what?â
âA guy who knows a lot about iguanas,â I said.
âAnd?â
âAnd who works for a cable company.â
âBingo,â said Tom. âHank, I am a cable guy. We carried The Mutant Moth That Ate Toledo on our system. Which means I can get you a tape.â
I jumped out of my seat, almost out of my skin.
âThat is unbelievable,â I screamed. I shouted so loud that I scared the little iguana back into its egg.
âSorry, fella,â I said, âbut you donât know how exciting this is.â I went back to my whispering voice. âYou can really get me a copy?â
âSure,â Tom said.
âBut I canât pay you,â I said. âI only get four dollars and fifty cents a week allowance, and I have to pay everyone back for the new cable box.â
âI have a better idea,â Tom said. âIâll make you a trade.â
âWhat do I have that you would want?â I said. I thought about it. âOh, I do have a triple size catâs-eye marble. Thatâs pretty cool.â
Tom looked down at the little iguana popping out of the egg. âI wouldnât mind having him.â
âWould that be okay, Mom?â I asked.
âIt certainly would be,â she answered. âWe have twenty-two other iguanas to find homes for. I think little Spencer there would be happy to go with Tom.â
âActually, Mrs. Zipzer, I was thinking of naming him Sylvester,â said Tom.
I got a washcloth from the bathroom to wrap little Sylvester up in so heâd be comfortable on the way to his new home. It was a Spider-Man washcloth, which I thought Sylvester would like. Tom picked him up and wrapped him gently in it. That little iggie seemed happy as a bug in a rug.
Sylvester was going to get the best home an iguana could have. And I was going to get a personal copy of the best horror movie ever made.
A mutant moth for a baby iguana. Thatâs what I call a good trade.
CHAPTER 26
TOM BROUGHT ME THE TAPE, and I invited Frankie to sleep over on the weekend. I didnât mention the movie.
I was so excited! I could hardly wait for Saturday night. I put the tape in a secret place to make sure Frankie didnât see it. I hid it in my third drawer, under my Mets sweatshirt. Then I got worried that Iâd forget where the secret place was, so I wrote notes to myself on Post-Its. But I had to write them in code so Frankie wouldnât figure out what Iâd planned for him.
I drew a baseball bat and wrote âMets Ruleâ on all the notes. I put one on my clock radio, and one on the mirror in the bathroom, and one on the chart above my desk. When Frankie came over, he looked around and said, âWhatâs with all the Mets stuff?â
âTheyâre reminders,â I said.
âOf what? That the Mets suck?â
âNo, of where I hid ...â
âHid what?â Frankie
Susan Hatler
Jessica Mitford
Fred Hoyle
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Patricia Scanlan
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