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way, where’s my blow-dryer?”
    Dandy slowly backed away, looking at the floor. Cocoa gave him a suspicious look. “Where is it?”
    â€œWhy don’t you go upstairs and look for it?” Malcolm suggested.
    â€œI’m not leaving,” she said, turning around and plugging the music back in.
    â€œFine,” Malcolm said.
    He headed over to his chemistry set. Dandy followed.
    Malcolm took the Bubble Wrap from the specter detector and placed it on the floor behind the counter.
    â€œWhat are you doing?” Dandy asked, spraying cracker crumbs.
    â€œGetting rid of my sister.” Malcolm took a clear beaker and filled it with vinegar. Then he poured in an entire bottle of blue food coloring. After that he grabbed a handful of white powder.

    Dandy took a step back and held his nose.
    â€œDon’t worry,” Malcolm said. “It’s not another stink bomb. It’s baking soda. When I say now, you jump.”
    Malcolm put the beaker on the counter and waited until Cocoa was totally engrossed in her performance. Then, he tossed the baking soda into the beaker. Blue foam boiled up.
    â€œAhhhhhhhh!” Malcolm screamed, slapping both hands to his face.
    Cocoa clicked off the CD player in a panic. “What is it?”
    Malcolm’s eyes grew wide with fake fear. “Ahhhhh! I put in the wrong chemical,” Malcolm shouted. “The whole basement is going to blow. Run! Now!”
    Dandy turned to run, but Malcolm grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back. “Now!”

    The two boys jumped high, and came down right in the middle of the Bubble Wrap. It exploded in one earsplitting bang.
    Cocoa screamed and flew up the stairs, barely touching a single step. Malcolm and Dandy burst into wild laughter as Malcolm ran up and locked the basement door.
    Cocoa jiggled the knob, shouting, “I won’t forget this, dweeb!”
    Then Malcolm turned to Dandy. “Now I can show you the greatest gadget in the world.”

CHAPTER FIVE
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    â€œB e very careful,” Malcolm said. He reached in the box and removed the specter detector with the care of a surgeon.
    Dandy’s eyes grew wide. “You’re not going to point that thing at me, are you?”
    â€œWhy would I point it at you?” Malcolm said. “You’re alive.”
    â€œYeah, and I’d like to stay that way!”
    â€œDandy, do you have any idea what this is?” Malcolm’s chest swelled with pride.
    Dandy grinned. “Did you make something out of Cocoa’s blow-dryer?”
    â€œNo. It’s not a blow-dryer. It’s my Ecto-Handheld-Automatic-Heat-Sensitive-Laser-Enhanced Specter Detector. It’s for hunting ghosts!”
    â€œCool!” Dandy said. “Does it work?”
    Malcolm shrugged. “I don’t know. I haven’t tried it out yet.”
    â€œTurn it on,” Dandy said, reaching for the switch.
    â€œWait!” Malcolm hugged the specter detector close to keep Dandy’s hands off. “I think this time we should read the instructions.”
    Dandy nodded. “Good idea.”
    Malcolm grabbed a small piece of paper out of the box. In bold letters across the top were the words, WARNING: For Serious Ghost Hunters Only!
    No one was more serious about this than Malcolm. He kept reading.

    â€œWhat does that mean?” Dandy asked.
    Malcolm shrugged. “It just means you have to be a serious ghost hunter.”
    Dandy rubbed his nose. “Then why don’t they just say so?”

    â€œIf there’s a ghost around, it’ll let you know,” Malcolm translated.

    â€œIt has to warm up,” Malcolm said.
    Dandy looked at Malcolm like a kid lost in a department store. “Huh?”
    â€œIt’ll make a noise,” Malcolm said.

    â€œWe’re not professionals,” Dandy said.
    Malcolm gave him a sour look. “Speak for yourself.”
    Dandy picked his nose and rubbed his finger on his