6 Super Spider Spies

Super spider spies.

At last, it was time. Time to find that South American pink-toe tarantula. "Ready or not, here we come," called Stink. He crept across the grass, slow as a snail, carrying a critter case and inching his way over to Cootie Corner. "Come out, come out, wherever you are," called Webster. They searched in the tall grass and under piles of leaves. They turned over rocks and crawled along the fence line on hands and knees. "We're tarantula detectives," said Stink. "Our mission is to locate the suspect and return it to its rightful owner." "We're super spies. Spider spies. You can't say spi-der without saying spy." "Look for something pink. And hairy," said Stink.

Webster kicked at the leaves. "I spy with my little eye... something pink!" He picked it up. "Rats," said Stink. "Just an old sandbox shovel." Holes had been dug here, there, and everywhere. "Are all these holes from when you were searching for a prehistoric saber-toothed cat tooth?" asked Webster. "Yep," said Stink. "Hey! Maybe Lula is hiding in one of the saber-tooth holes." "How do you know the spider's name is Lula?" Webster asked. Stink shrugged. "I don't. I just thought she looked like a Lula." Webster peered into each hole. Stink poked a stick inside one, then another. No Lula. "We have to think like a tarantula," said Webster. "If you were big and hairy, where would you hide?" asked Stink. "Up in a tree?" said Webster. Stink tapped the side of his head. "Smart thinking, Webster." "Well, I am named after a dictionary," said Webster. Stink cracked up.

Stink and Webster climbed the old oak in Cootie Corner. They looked up. They looked down. They looked all around. "Hey, there's Judy," said Stink. "Hide!" Stink pulled a branch down in front of them and hid behind the leaves. Judy ran over to the oak tree. "Stink. I know you're up there. I can see the leaves shaking." "That's just a squirrel," said Stink.

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"Squirrels don't talk, Stinkerdoodle. I came to tell you to come inside. Now. Mom and Dad said it's chore time, and you have to do my chores for me. Remember?" "But we're being Super Spider Spies," said Stink. "Super Spider Spies don't do chores." "If you don't do my chores, you're going to be up a tree for real. Get it?" "Hardee-har-har," said Stink. He and Webster scrambled down out of the tree. "Sorry, Webster. I have double chores because I have to do Judy's. Long story." "I can help," said Webster. "Then it will go twice as fast and we can keep looking for Lula." "Don't forget to feed Mouse, clean the litter box, and take out the recycling," said Judy. "I know, I know, I know," said Stink. Webster followed Stink inside. They fed Mouse. They scooped poop out of the litter box. P.U.! "Doing chores is even harder than being tarantula detectives," said Webster. "And way more stinky," said Stink. "Thanks for helping." Next they went out to the garage to get the recycling. "If you carry one bag, I'll take the