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Agents 6&7: The Watch on the Counter 👦🏼👧🏼
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Craig and Kat becomes mystery solving agents
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Hello friends, and welcome to Sleep Tight Stories. Have you ever had a friend that you have known forever? Craig and Cat have been friends since kindergarten and are now in grade three. One day they are sitting in Craig's basement when Craig comes up with a great idea for them. Agents 6 and 7. The watch on the counter. It all started with hair pulling. Not on purpose. Craig always said his hand slipped. Cat said that was a lie and dumped a whole cup of paint on his head to make it even. Her teacher called it overreacting. Cat called it fair. That was kindergarten. Now they were in third grade and they were best friends. Nobody could really explain it. They just were. They were sitting in Craig's basement when Craig got the idea. How about I call myself six, he said, and you call yourself seven and together we're the Six Sevens. Cat looked up from the sports magazine she'd been flipping through. Did you just say 6? 7? No. 6. 7. 6 7. We said we were never going to do that again. She put her magazine down. And why is your number first? It's just the order they come in. Six comes before seven. You put yourself first on purpose. Craig opened his mouth, closed it. Fine, it's 7 and 6 then. Happy? No. Cat crossed her arms. Now it sounds like you're trying to trick me into thinking I'm first, when really you just switched it around. That doesn't even make sense. You like Tracy, she said. I saw you go red when she walked by the library. I did not go red. Craig touched his face. And that has nothing to do with the numbers. Cat watched him for a second. Okay, I'll be Agent 7. It sounds better anyway. You're Agent 6. Craig leaned back like he'd won something. It's also kind of like that spy movie, the one with the secret agent. My mom watches that. I think it's a bit silly. You wrestle people for fun. That's completely different. Cat paused. Okay, fine. Agents six and Seven. She said it like she was testing it. But every time we take a case we have to say it out loud. Agents 6 and 7 are on the case. That part is non negotiable. Agreed. I should probably be first, though, since I'm seven. Craig groaned. I'm just saying, higher number. My grades are higher than yours. Cat shrugged. I won the wrestling thing. What did you win? I came first in the hundred meter dash last year. Running away from people isn't a skill, Craig. He didn't have a good answer for that, so we changed the subject. Okay, so now that we have our names sorted, what are we actually going to solve? Cat thought about it. We need a mystery first. Something will come up. Something always comes up. They sat with that for a second. I'm hungry, cat says. Does your mom still have those cookies? Craig made a face. Dad ate them. All of them. He always does, although he tilted his head. There's a small chance I sleepwalked and ate them. I have no way to prove I didn't. You do look like a zombie sometimes. There might be chocolate cake, though. My dad made it. Cat's expression changed. Not excited exactly, more cautious. Your dad made it? Yeah. She thought about this. Wasn't there a spaghetti incident involving your dad? Best to forget about that. Okay. She stood up. Let's go. They headed upstairs to the kitchen. Craig's mom was at the table with her. Kind of look adults get when they were doing their own homework. The serious don't bother me kind. Craig had figured out a long time ago that adults had homework too. They just called it work. Any snacks? Craig asked. We need some pretty bad. There are apples and bananas in the bowl, his mum said without looking up. And I cut some veggies. They're in the fridge. Craig turned to Cat with a look of deep suffering. Mom, Agent seven is our guest. Are we really doing veggies? His mom glanced up then. She wasn't entirely sure who Agent 7 was, even though Cat had been Craig's best friend since kindergarten. Since the hair pulling and the water paint and all of it. One look at Craig's face made her shake her head a little. There's some chocolate cake your father made. It doesn't look she paused, picking her words. Impressive. But I'm sure it's fine. Cake it is, cat said. The chocolate cake was a strange shape, not round, not square. It looks like a hat, cat said. It always looks like something different, craig said. Last time he made a pie and it looked like a dog. They each took a slice. Anyway. It wasn't bad. A little dry Maybe. But chocolate was chocolate. Craig was on his second bite when he noticed the watch. It was sitting on the counter by the coffee maker. Silver with a worn brown strap. His dad wore it every single day. To work, to the grocery store, to bed. Sometimes by accident. He never takes that off, craig said. Cat looked at the watch, then at Craig. So? So his car is still in the driveway. But my mom said. He stepped out. Cat put her fork down. She looked at the watch again, then at the back door. Where does he go? She said slowly, when he steps out, but doesn't drive. Craig didn't have an answer, but that was the thing about Cat. She didn't need the whole picture to know something was off. Agents six and seven, she said, wiping chocolate frosting off her thumb, are on the case. Craig pulled the piece of paper from the junk drawer, the one by the fridge that had batteries and exposure coupons and a magnet shaped like a lobster in it, and started writing things down. Okay, he said. Facts. 1. Watch on the counter. 2. Car in the driveway. 3. Mom acting like everything is normal, which means she knows something. Cat was already at the back window, looking out at the yard. The garage, she said. I was going to get to the garage. The side door is open a crack. Craig looked up from his list. How can you even see that from here? Cat tapped the side of her head. Craig looked at his paper, then at Cat. She was already moving toward the back door. We should think this through first, he said. We can think while we walk. That's not how thinking works. I think. Craig folded his paper and followed her. He always did. The side door was open maybe 3 inches, enough to hear something scraping around inside. Cat put her hand out to stop Craig. He walked into it anyway. Ow. Shout. They listened. More scraping, then the sound of newspaper being crumpled up. Cat moved first, pushing the door open just wide enough to see in. Craig squeezed beside her. Craig's dad was crouched on the floor next to his workbench, surrounded by newspaper and tape and what looked like a very old, very rusty bicycle. He was trying to wrap part of the frame and it wasn't going well. A long piece of tape had stuck to his sleeve and he hadn't noticed yet. Craig recognized the bike. It used to hang on the wall in the basement, behind the Christmas stuff. His dad always said it was junk. Too old to fix, too good to throw out. So why was he fixing it? Cat grabbed his sleeve before he could figure it out and pulled him back outside. She was faster. She was always faster. You saw nothing, she whispered. I saw everything. Craig. He looked back at her, then back at the door. Okay, he said. I saw nothing. They walked back to the house like nothing had happened. Craig's mom was still at the table with her laptop. She looked up. Any good snacks out there? Nope, craig said. Just the garage. His mom's eyes went a little wide. Then she looked at Cat. Cat shrugged. We didn't see anything. Craig's mom looked back and forth between them. Then she closed her laptop. You want more cake? Yes, please, they both said. They ate the second slice in the basement. Craig was quiet for a while. Why would he fix something he always called junk? He finally said. Cat thought about it. Maybe it stopped being junk. That doesn't make sense. Most things adults do don't make sense. Craig couldn't really argue with that. He looked at the ceiling for a moment, then back at his plate. He'd probably find out eventually. That was the thing about mysteries. Sometimes you solved them. And sometimes you just had to wait. First case closed, cat said. Craig nodded slowly. Agents Six and Seven. Agents Six and Seven, she agreed. And that is the end of our story. Good night. Sleep T Sam.