Crane Fly Crash by Ali Sparkes Page B

… bee or wasp. Or centipede… ”
    â€œWe are not going to find out,” said Josh.
    Danny nodded. Their creepy-crawly adventures had been exciting. But they had both been nearly eaten far too many times now to want to take a chance with Petty’s latest spray.
    It was still hard to believe, but Petty Potts had created S.W.I.T.C.H. spray in the underground lab in her garden. She used a secret formula she had worked out during her years with the government in a top-secret science department. She might be there still if her so-called friend, the eyebrow-less Victor Crouch, had not tried to steal her work and then wipe out her memory.
    His plan was foiled, though, because Petty had suspected foul play. She had put a fake formula in her work desk and hidden the
real
secret S.W.I.T.C.H. formula inside six little glass cubes. Then she had re-created it at home when bits of her memory began to come back. It really worked. Josh and Danny ought to know. They’d been S.W.I.T.C.H.ed four times now.
    â€œCome on,” said Josh, heading up the stairs. “Let’s take this up to our room and find a place to hide it. She’s better off not having it, probably. She sprays way too much of this stuff around.”

    â€œWe really should just try to stay away from her! Not answer the door next time,” said Danny.
    â€œI know,” said Josh. “But … if we ever
did
find all her other lost secret formula cubes … well … ” He bit his lip, but his eyes shone. Petty had made a second secret formula. It was to create a spray that could switch them into reptiles. She put it into another six cubes. Only she’d lost them. So far they’d only found four. Without the last two, it could never work.
    â€œImagine,” continued Josh. “I could be a snake!”
    â€œI could be an alligator!” said Danny.
    â€œ
If
we ever find the last two REPTOSWITCH cubes … ” sighed Josh. Petty had begged them both to search for her. But who knew where the missing cubes could be? The first four they’d found around the yards and houses in their neighborhood. But they might never find the last two. Petty had hidden them too well. That bit of her memory—about where they were—had not come back.
    â€œI could be a giant tree lizard … ” went on Danny.
    Suddenly something swung down from the top of the banister. “Hey! You little monsters! I knew you’d been messing with my stuff! Gimme my hair spray now!” And Jenny swiped the bottle out of Josh’s hands before he could even squeak.
    â€œHEY NO! NO! JENNY, THAT’S NOT YOURS!” shouted Josh. In reply, Jenny just slammed her bedroom door. Josh and Danny stood on the stairs and stared at each other in horror. Then they hurtled up to the landing and across to Jenny’s room.
    â€œJENNY! DON’T USE THAT! DON’T SPRAY IT!” they shrieked, in utter panic, crashing her door wide open.
    â€œOUT of my room!” shouted Jenny. She had taken the plastic cap off the spray bottle. She was holding it up to her swept-back hair.
    â€œJenny! Please!” begged Josh, feeling his head reel with panic. “DO NOT USE THAT SPRAY! It’s not what you think it is!”
    â€œOh ha-ha!” said Jenny. “Very funny.” And she sprayed a huge cloud of S.W.I.T.C.H. spray all over her head.

“What are you staring at?” demanded Jenny, slamming the S.W.I.T.C.H. spray onto her dressing table as the pale yellow mist settled on her hair and shoulders. “Get out of my r—”
    And then she disappeared.
    Danny and Josh stood very still. They didn’t dare move. Jenny could be
anything
. And she could be
anywhere
! If she was a fly or an ant, she could be right where they might tread if they moved.
    â€œCan you see anything?” whispered Danny, his eyes round and shocked.
    â€œNo!” whispered back Josh, desperately scanning the room. He