He glared at Mr. Diddley’s yellow-toothed smile, and thought how he’d like to shove a toothbrush in his mouth and teach him how to use it.

Private like, this is cool stuff, and I should let my cousin in on it, kind of private?” Gunnar asked, “or, private like, I wet my pants, and I’m hiding the evidence, kind of private?

Marcus and Ellie exchanged a worried look and examined the bag again. Sure enough, the gold was gone.

You never cook onions with your beans. That’s a recipe for tear gas.

Roger’s wand made a crackling noise as he traced it around Winston’s arms, down his waist, and everywhere else.

Everybody, even those that don’t like Chinese food, knew that you had to eat the cookie for the fortune to come true. And so he did.

It’s square shaped... Roger mumbled, “Could be a remote detonator...