Arthur, Buster, Sue Ellen, and the Brain were at the treehouse.

Buster started, "What makes you so sure it was Mighty Mountain? Maybe it could have been-"

"If you say space aliens, you are going to be hurt so badly!" Buster shut his mouth.

"Anyway, we have to think up a solution. Mighty Mountain has my journal, and who knows what they could be doing?"

"We could get Muffy to sue them. I mean, she did sue the Tough Customers once."

"But that could take months of red tape and hundreds of dollars in court costs." Brain said, sighing.

Then, it hit him.

"Trojan Horse!"

Everyone stared.

"What?"

"Helen of Troy was a beautiful maiden, who was loved by Paris. He kidnaps her, which started a decade long war against the Greeks and the Trojans. After 10 years, the Greeks retreated to the shores, and placed a large wooden horse as a gift of surrender. In reality, it was filled with soldiers, who attacked the next dawn."

"We would go to Mighty Mountain in a large horse?"

"Well, its very unorthodox, and would not be as recognized. So, instead, we go in a box filled with air holes that has "basketballs" inside. Then, after awhile, we steal back the journal!"

Everyone nodded.

"Now, we need a plan…."

Mighty Mountain is a really large version of Lakewood. And a meaner version. And then there was Arthur, dressed up in a strange jumpsuit.

"Yes, sir, in a few days we will be delivering a box of basketballs." Arthur said, in a highly unconvincing voice.

A student glared down on him. "Great! So, what shall it look like?"

"Well, it will be about this-" And with that, he lifted his hand "tall, and will have holes in it. To release pressure against the outside of the basketballs." It was highly questionable, but it worked.

"Okay."

"Thank you sir." And with that, Arthur ran off.

Arthur scrambled up the treehouse.

"Guys, it worked!"

Brain was surprised. "That was the most unbelievable story in all of time! How could they have been so stupid?"

"Hey, the Trojans were."

"Hey, are we going to have lunch anytime soon? All this planning has made me hungry." Everyone nodded, and they walked off to eat lunch.

Sue Ellen went to bed that night excited. Soon, she would have her journal back. And she would write about it then. But for now, she slept.