(He would really, really, really have liked to have had it, but it was in Damien Black’s possession, stashed with other treasures in a cave deep beneath his mansion, guarded day and night by a cantankerous, carnivorous Komodo dragon.) So! When I say “off they flew to Raven Ridge,” I do not mean that they actually flew. What I mean is, they pedaled really, really fast. Also, when I say “off they flew to Raven Ridge,” I do not mean that they pedaled really, really fast directly to Raven Ridge. First, they made a little pit stop at the old-timey service station. The axle-greased man was still going by Hal, and when he saw Dave, he called, “Couldn’t find it, sonny?” “I did,” Dave said, swinging off his bike, “but I was hoping you’d do me a favor.” “Sure,” the man said with a happy pop out his backside. “Whaddaya need?” “Can I borrow a station shirt?” “One of these babies?” the man asked, looking down at his gray and greasy front side. Dave nodded, then let loose a little lie.
