Chapter 12

Chapter 12 Let's celebrate solving our latest BIG DEAL mystery," I said to Nina. "Let's go out for lunch." Nina did not say "Big deal." She takes lunch very seriously. She doesn't care where we go—she just wants to go. "How about Penguini's Linguini?" I asked. It's where we first met, when I was a table decoration with a dream and Nina was dining alone... on the tablecloth.

Instead of answering, she pushed me out the door, and away we went. Luckily, Penguini's Linguini is on our block, so we didn't have to cross the street. "Hey, Penguini!" I called as Nina pushed me through the front door. "Hey, Inspector Flytrap! Great to see you again! Nina the Goat, you're looking good, honey!" I like Penguini because he always gets my name right. "What was yesterday's special?" I asked. "Anchovy ravioli," he said. "Wonderful!" I said. "That works." "Help yourselves!" said Penguini. Nina pushed me right through the restaurant, past the kitchen, and into the alley in back. There it was... an overloaded trash can filled with old, rotting food. "Mmm," said Nina. Above the trash can buzzed a cloud of flies.

"Mmm," I said. We both had a feast.

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