This is gonna be like THE shortest chapter, so brace yourselves for any let downs that comes from shortness.
The next day (Friday) school let out early, so Helen dropped Dash and Vi off at the city zoo for the afternoon. Dash was thrilled; Violet was less so.
"Hey look Vi! Frogs!"
"Groovy."
"And check out this snake!"
"Uh… no."
"Oh c'mon, don't be such a coward!"
"Dash let go, I don't wanna see the snake!"
"Look at it! It's like forty feet long!"
Vi let out a sound of mild terror. "Dash, could we go see something a little less reptile?"
"We're in the reptile house."
"We can leave it. How 'bout we go see the monkeys or something?"
"The monkeys smell."
"Well isn't there anything else you'd like to see?"
Ten minutes later, they were by the cheetahs. "I shoulda seen this coming."
"How much you wanna bet I can outrun 'em?"
"I know you can, Dash."
"That's Rapid Fire, to you!"
"Ha ha, c'mon before you get into trouble."
"Oh please oh please oh pleeeeeze!"
"I've already told you 'no,' and I meant it."
"I won't tell Mom!"
"One, yes you would, two, even if you can outrun them they still have teeth and claws, three, I am not letting you sneak in there if my life depended on it! Now come on!" Violet shouted, grabbing hold of Dash's wrist and pulling him away from the cheetahs.
"No! I'll come back, my cheetahs, don't you worry!"
"Come on!"
"Be good for daddy now, okay Spots?"
"You named them?"
"Of course I did."
"And 'Spots' is so original," Vi said, this time succeeding in getting Dash away from the cheetahs and onto the next big cat pit. "Look, the tiger pit. Aren't they interesting?"
"They're slow," Dash pouted.
"They're twice the size of your cheetah pals."
"They're dumb."
"They have more room for brains than you do."
"Shut up."
"Cool it. Come on, the tiger's aren't that-"
"Isaac, no!" someone screamed. The Parr kids turned to look just in time to see a boy no older than seven lean too far over the fence and into the tiger pit.
"Ooohhhh dear."
Voila! I bet you're wondering when we're gonna see the Underminer again and get this thing wrapped up. No worries, hakuna matata! As soon as I remember where I put my pop-tarts, I'll get right on it!
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