A few years ago, I got a super-secret spy kit. I knew my brother had been snooping in my room while I was at school, and I wanted to catch him. I knew he secretly ate my LipSmackers, and I wanted to catch the little brat. I had to eat about a gazillion Kid Cuisine TV dinners to receive only 15 super-secret tokens. Not to mention the $2.50 I sent in along with the cardboard circles. I waited almost 3 weeks for the kit to come. Every day, I'd wait by my Mommy's favorite recliner to peer outside and wait for the UPS truck. When the truck finally arrived, I shrieked in joy. I rushed my mother to the door where she signed for the package and took the brown box from the man. She happened to know the UPS driver, Chris, so they were distracted with catching up for the past 3 years. I hastily snatched the box and ran to my room where I set up my equipment. A motion detector that shot rubber missiles, a fingerprint duster and adhesive to grab fingerprint, binoculars, missile launcher, walkie-talkies, and even an alarm. I tested the missile launcher on Chris from my hideout in the hallway. I mean, what if it didn't work and didn't scare my brother away? What would I do? Needless to say, the next Monday I went to school, my brother was caught with my motion detector and all. I even had an opened lip balm, fingerprints, and scuff marks on the tile in the hallway from where his Nikes skidded as he ran. I caught him big time.
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