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SHH

Arriving at school, Basil and Cherie went through the new routine of getting into school. Wait in a line get your eye scanned and then walk in. That was the routine. Even at Basil's old school nothing like that ever happened. Sure the principal was a Voodoo witch doctor, the vice principal a former prison guard who would treat the students like prison inmates and had a compulsion to torture anyone who ended up in detention by strapping them to an electric chair, then there was the iguana that had been mutated in croc sized monitor lizard and the Sheltie sized turkey vulture that had it in for Basil but besides those four things everything was completely normal.

"Oh man, she does not!"

Basil looked at Cherie. She was looking at a text message on her phone. He must have really spaced out for a second there because everyone was reading the same text message and Basil didn't hear a thing.

"What?"

"Toni has a zit on her nose that he hid with a ton of make-up!"

Basil looked at Cherie's phone. "Who sent you this?"

"Same person who sent you the same message."

"Wait, what?" Basil took out his cell phone and looked at the text message. "By Jove, I did get the same message."

"Everyone got the same message, sweetie."

Basil looked around. Everyone did apparently have the same message. Who sent this? He looked at the message again. SHH. Who was SHH? Some RadCircles knock-off? Who could possibly a knock-off of Lynch Webber?

"Just when I think there is too much mysteries in this town one more pops up!" Basil wasn't wrong. Every since he had come to Toronto it seemed like there were mysteries layered on top of mysteries!

"So really? You met Venus Kellerman and now you're attracted to her because of her resemblance to me?" Cherie was giggling. She wouldn't laugh at Toni because she was her friend. Laughing at Basil was something else entirely. "Maybe I should impersonate her sometime!"

"Impossible." Basil put his phone in his pocket. He then walked around Cherie looking her up and down. "You've got to be two or three inches shorter."