25 Chapter 25

Chapter 25 Akimi grabbed the door handle to the Young Adult Room. "It's locked." "Here," said Sierra. "Use my library card." "Huh," said Akimi. "Your books on the back are different, too." "I think they all are. I got The Egypt Game and The Westing Game." "Two books about games?" said Kyle. "Sweet." Akimi slipped Sierra's card into a reader slot above the doorknob. The door clicked. Kyle pushed it open.

The walls of the Young Adult Room were painted purple and yellow. There were swirly zebra-print rugs on the floor and a lumpy cluster of beanbag chairs. A couple of sofas were designed to look like Scrabble trays, with lettersquare pillows. Akimi nudged Kyle in the ribs. "Check it out." In the far corner stood a carnival ticket booth with a mechanical dummy seated inside. A "Fun & Games" banner hung off the booth's striped roof. The dummy inside the glass booth? He looked like Mr. Lemoncello. He wasn't wearing a turban, but the Mr. Lemoncello mannequin reminded Kyle of the Zoltar Speaks fortuneteller booths he'd seen in video game arcades. "That's not really him, is it?" said Akimi, who was right behind Kyle. "No. It's a mechanical doll." The frozen automaton was dressed in a black top hat and a bright red ringmaster jacket. Since the booth had the "Fun & Games" banner, Kyle figured you might have to talk to the dummy to get a game.

"Um, hello," he said. "We'd like to play a board game." Bells rang, whistles whistled, and chaser lights blinked. The mechanical Mr. Lemoncello jostled to life. "If you want a game, just say its name." The life-size puppet's blocky jaw flapped open and shut—almost in sync with the words. "Do you have Mr. Lemoncello's Bewilderingly Baffling Bibliomania?" "Did Joey Pigza lose control? Was Ella enchanted?" "Huh?" "Just say yes," suggested Sierra. "Yes," said Kyle. "Well, great Gilly Hopkins," said the Lemoncello dummy, "here you go!" Kyle heard some mechanical noises and some whirring. Then, with a clunk, a wide slot popped open in the front of the booth and a game box slid out. "Enjoy!" said the dummy. "And remember, it's not whether you win or lose, it's how you play the

game. So be sure to read the instructions—so you'll know how to play the game." Kyle took the box to a table. "Okay," he said, raising the lid, "let's set it up and—" There was a beep and the door opened.… "Where is he?" Andrew Peckleman barged into the room waving his antique magazine—something called Popular Science Monthly. "Who're you looking for?" said Kyle. "Mr. Lemoncello. I heard him. Is he in here?" Kyle pointed toward the frozen Lemoncello doll sitting in the carnie booth. "It's a dummy." Peckleman whipped his head around from side to side. "Is there a camera in here?" "Right over the door." Peckleman spun around to face it. Kyle, Akimi, and Sierra formed a human shield to hide their Bibliomania box. "I want to use a second lifeline!" Peckleman shouted at the camera. "I want to talk to an expert!"

"Very well," said a calm voice Kyle immediately recognized as belonging to Dr. Zinchenko. "With whom do you wish to speak?" "The guy who wrote this stupid magazine article about cracking open bank vaults in the 1930s!" "I'm afraid we cannot arrange that for you, Andrew." "Why not? The guy's a moron. He didn't tell me anything about how to open the front door, which is what my Google search said this magazine would do!" "We told you the way out isn't the way in." "That was just a red herring! A trick, to throw us off course." "No, Andrew. It was not. What is the title of the article?" " 'Newest Bank Vaults Defy the Cracksman.' " "Ah. Well, that should have been a hint. Apparently, the reporter concluded that thieves could not break open the vault doors. When doing Internet research, it is important to—" "Let me talk to the stupid idiot!"

"I am sorry. That magazine was published in 1936. The reporter is dead." "Well, then, I want to talk to Mr. Lemoncello!" "Excuse me?" "I want to talk to Mr. Lemoncello!" "This is highly irregular.…" "And so's this game. You people have it rigged so Miguel Fernandez will win. I know you do! That's why Mr. Lemoncello is afraid to talk to me." Kyle heard the carnival booth dummy clatter back to life. "Hello, Andrew. How may I help you?" This Lemoncello didn't sound prerecorded. Apparently, the real deal was using the dummy to do his talking. "Your library stinks!" shouted Peckleman. "Oh, dear. Have you boys been playing that castle sewer game again?" "No! But this stupid article should've given me the stupid answer but the stupid writer didn't write what he should've written." "I see. And can you rephrase that in the form of a question?"