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The search for the snout

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Rob Allbright and his alien friends force the biggest mystery of their lives: Where in the wide, wide galaxy is their missing friend Snout, the master of the mental arts?
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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1, Home is where the hurt is.

YOU KNOW HOW SCARY IT IS TO GO HOME WHENĀ  you're sure you're going to be in trouble?

Ā  Well, that's the way I felt the night the good shipĀ  Ferkel brought me back from the Old Lobby. I don't think I've ever been more frightened to go through my own front door.

Ā  In fact, I didn't go through it for a while. I just stood beside the hickory tree in our front yard, resting one hand on its rough bark and staring at the house.

Ā  The lights were still on in the upstairs room where the twins slept. I decided to put off going in until they were in bed. Dealing with Mom was going to be difficult enough. It would be easier to wait until morning to say what I had to say to Little Thing One and Little Thing Two.

Ā  The lights went out upstairs. Still I hesitated. Taking a deep breath of the sweet summer air, I listened to the crickets, watched the firefliesā€”all the while telling myself I would go in soon.

Ā  Soon, but not right this minute.

Ā  "Come o, Rod!" hissed my cousin Elspeth, who was standing a few feet behind me. "Let's move. The mosquitoes are killing me."

Ā  I sighed. Standing out here fussing wasn't going to change things. Or make them any easier. And if I didn't move soon, Elspeth would only make things even more complicated than they already were.

Ā  Taking a deep breath, I walked to the front door.

Ā  I put my hand on the knob, then hesitated.

Ā  Should I knock?

Ā  You don't usually knock to go into your own house, of course. But I had been away so longā€”and in such strange placesā€”that it didn't quite feel like home here anymore.

Ā  As a matter of fact, considering what I was planning to do next, it wasn't really home anymore.

Ā  "Come on Rod," Urged Elspeth. "Open the door!"

Ā  "I don't want to frighten Mom. She's not expecting us. If I just open the door and walk in, it might scare her."

Ā  Before Elspeth could push past me and open the door herself, I reached forward and knocked.

Ā  No answer.

Ā  I knocked again, harder.

Ā  After a moment we heard footsteps. They stopped at the door and a familiar voiceā€”a voice I had sometimes feared I would never hear againā€”called, "Who is it?"

Ā  I had a hard time answering because a lump had formed in my throat, and I had to push to get words past it.

Ā  "Hello?" called my mother again, sounding nervous this time.

Ā  "It's me, Mom. Rod"

Ā  with a cry she flung open the door. "Rod! Where have you been? Are you alright?"

Ā  She threw her arms around me as if she was afraid I was going to vanish into the night. After she had held me tight for a minute, she drew back and whispered, "Is your father with you?"

Ā  I shook my head, wondering if she had any idea of the real truth about Dad.

Ā  She sighed. Looking past me, as if checking to see if maybe Dad was there after all, she noticed Elspeth. Disappointed and relief seemed to war for control of her face. All she said was, "Thank goodness you're here, too, sweetheart! Your parents have been so worried!"

Ā  A few weeks earlier I would have been tempted to say, "Worried? I would think they would be relieved!" After all, if they gave a Nobel prize for "Achievement in Being a Pain in the Neck," Elspeth would probably be the world's top contender. But the two of us had been through so much together in the Old Lobby that I sort of gotten used to her.

Ā  Before I could say anything at all, we were interrupted by an explosion of gray fur, accompanied by yips of delight and a frenzy of tail wagging and face licking.

Ā  "Bonehead!" I cried, "How ya doin', boy?

Ā  Without waiting for Bonehead to finish greeting me, my mother hustled us inside. She closed the door firmly behind her, as if to make sure that we couldn't get back out again. Then she leaned against the doorway. Her shoulders began to shake as she watched Bonehead bounce around my legs. When I looked closer, I realized she was crying.

Ā  Let me tell youā€”when it comes to sheer guilt, nothing beats making your mom cry.

Ā  And we hadn't even gotten to the hard stuff yet. How was she going to react when she saw what I had in my pocket?

Ā  Before I could worry about that, she whispered, "Rod, where have you been? Did you really go off with your father? where is he?"

Ā  I started to answer, but we were interrupted once again, this time by the twins. Little Thing One (sometimes called Linda, but mostly by my mother) burst through the door shouting, "Roddie! Roddie! Roddie!"

Ā  Pigtails streaming behind her, she came barreling toward me.

Ā  Little Thing Two (Eric for short) was hard on her heels. "Roddie, you came back!" he called.

Ā  Each of them grabbed one of my legs. Clinging to my knee as if she was afraid I was going to vanish on the spot, Linda cried "Where did you go? You're a naughty Roddie. You made Mommy cry."

Ā  "Naughty, naughty Roddie!" agreed Eric. "You weren't here to bop us with our teddy bears at bedtime. I couldn't go to sleep at night!"

Ā  This was getting worse by the minute.

Ā  I looked around at our cozy old kitchenā€”the worn blue linoleum; our faithful cookie bear, where Mom stored her home-baked treats; the noisy refrigerator, still covered by my school papers that Mom had stuck to it with a fruit-shaped magnets. Suddenly I felt as if someone had grabbed my heart and was starting to squeeze. How could I possibly leave again, now that I had made it back here?

Ā  But how could I not, given the startling information I had learned in The Old Lobby?

Ā  Dropping to my knees I hugged the twins, trying not to cry myself.

Ā  "where did you go?" asked Little Thing One again. She sounded sympathetic, now that she could see how upset I was.

Ā  "we had a terrifying adventure," said Elspeth.

Ā  "I want one!" said Little Thing Two.

Ā  "Was it with Grakker?" asked Little Thing One.

Ā  My mother sighed. "These two have been talking about those imaginary aliens ever since you went off with your father, Rod. Please tell them the truth."

Ā  I glanced at Elspeth. She made me a face that seemed to say, "Don't look at me. She's your mother."

Ā  I took a deep breath. Mom was going to have to know the truth sooner or later.

Ā  It might as well be now.

Ā  So I reached into my shirt pocket . . . and took out the aliens.