“Oh, it’s just a nightmare,” he sighed with relief. He couldn’t think about it for long. The minute his eyes snapped open, he remembered about his birthday. He turned eleven! No time to waste! The boy flung off his covers and ran downstairs. He heard someone banging in the kitchen and ran in to find his mother pulling an apple pie from the oven.
“Happy birthday, Colin! Here’s a gift for you,” she said, and handed him a parcel. It might be spy night googles! Colin could never express how much they meant to him! A broad smile came across his face. The boy thought his heart would break with delight when he tore the paper off the parcel. There was a book inside… His face fell, and he bit his lip.
“Thanks,” he said, trying not to show his disappointment.
“I’ve always wanted you to read Conan Doyle. That was my favorite book when I was eleven. I was so fascinated by Sherlock Holmes and his adventures! Enjoy reading!”
“We’re having a party tonight! You may go to the ice cream parlor and get Vanilla or Butter Pecan,” she winked at him and added, “If I were you, I’d check the shelf above the desk for more presents. Just in case. Sorry, got to dash.”
Colin ran to his bedroom and cried with joy. There were spy night googles on the shelf! He took them and darted out of the house to the nearest ice cream parlor. It was overcrowded. The Egyptian summer was tough. Nobody could survive its devastating heat and baking sun without ice cream. The boy got in line behind a gator in a well-cut suit.
“Without ice cream, there is darkness and chaos in my head! I must eat much ice cream to stay cool. Cool as a cucumber,” said a squeaky voice.
“The voice can’t belong to the big gator,” Colin thought. He noticed a meerkat on the gator’s shoulder. The meerkat looked nervous and very on edge.
“I’m burning up. I need some ice cream.” The meerkat wrinkled its muzzle in discontent and whined. “We’re on a secret mission, aren’t we? Let’s throw elbows and push these idle people out of the way! I won’t waste time in line!”
The gator replied, “Behave yourself! We don’t want unnecessary attention! This is a secret mission, remember?”
“Let’s split up then,” the meerkat said. “I’ve got stuff to do. It’s vital for the mission. Get me Butter Pecan. See you.”
He jumped off the gator’s shoulder and left.
CHAPTER TWO
Colin was on his way home when he heard a soft rush of wings overhead. The boy sensed that he was being watched.
“BFI Special Agent Hunter,” someone rasped. “I’d like to ask you a few questions.”
Colin blinked in surprise. There was nobody around.
“Where’re you?” he asked in confusion. “What’s BFI?”
“Bat Flying Intelligence,” the voice hissed from the tree.
Hunter looked like a beast from a surreal, magical world.
The boy shouted in amazement, “Are you a fox or a bat?”
“Both. I’m the red flying fox. We’re tree-dwelling bats.”
“Have you seen any strangers nearby?” the creature whispered, “Any meerkats? Wearing beanie hats?”
The boy asked, “Why are you looking for the meerkat?
“It’s classified information. Are you good at keeping secrets?” Hunter’s lithe voice came from behind.
Colin replied honestly, “I don’t know. Nobody has ever trusted me with top secrets.”
Hunter mumbled, “I think I can rely on you. The meerkat is a criminal and a rogue spy. He spied on the curator and stole the jewelries from the Royal Museum. The meerkat left a mangrove leaf at the crime scene. Have you seen him?”
The boy thought that it would be more prudent to withhold the information that he had seen the meerkat in the ice cream parlor, at least for a while, so as not to harm his secret mission. He looked at the bat and hesitated with the answer.
“Don’t trust strangers. Always recheck the information!” Colin remembered his mother’s words. The boy didn’t want to tell lies, so he smiled at Hunter and tried to change the topic. But he didn’t succeed. He was dealing with an experienced and cunning sleuth.
“You may decline to answer my questions,” said Hunter with a smirk, “but I have to warn of the hazardous situations that you’re unable to spot.” His eyes narrowed dangerously.
“If you meet the meerkat, you’ll never guess that he’s a dangerous creature. He gives the impression of a goofy chatterbox. One of his strengths is that he always evokes sympathy. He could look miserable, wearing ridiculous sunglasses and a ragged beanie. It’s the perfect spy disguise! Don’t be tricked,” Hunter advised, and looked intently at the boy. He added, “The meerkat can’t resist Butter Pecan Ice Cream. That’s his weak point.”
“Does he have any spy gadgets?”
“He might have the entire gadget collection or nothing at all. It doesn’t matter. A real spy meerkat can turn a pencil into a killing machine!”
The boy wondered, “What’s about jewelries?”
“The meerkat likes shiny things. I won’t be surprised if he’s wearing something bright from the collection he stole.”
“What gadgets do you use during your missions? What’s your favorite?” Colin asked the bat with a child-like curiosity.
“The Spy Pen. It’s a vital tool to keep the operation running smooth. It has a hidden camera as well.”
“Marvellous! What is the pen for?”
“A wrong question. Try again!”
“Who is this pen for?” Colin asked with a happy smile.
“This pen is for you. Happy birthday!” replied Hunter.
“Terrific! Thank you!” The boy glowed with happiness.
“If you see a suspicious meerkat, send me a message or call this number. Keep in touch,” said Hunter, and flew away.
CHAPTER THREE
The boy was walking along the street absorbed in his thoughts, until he stumbled across a wooden box. He read the warning sign on it: “Don’t touch it unless you’re Notaspy.”
“Excuse me! This box belongs to me,” someone said.
A slender meerkat was staring at Colin with nervous hesitation. He stood, back straight, chin out, like a brave and proud warrior. He was wearing a red beanie and sunglasses.
“Why is it yours?” Colin asked the self-confident creature.
The meerkat snorted, “Are you kidding? There is a sign with my name. I’m Notaspy! I’m working here. There are a lot of people who keep going back and forth. They try to distract me! Are you one of them? What’s your name?”
“I’m Colin. I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the boy said in a worried voice. “There are no people in the street. I met Hunter on my way here. But he’s the bat! You may be delusional because you’re wearing a beanie in this heat! Did you have a sun stroke or something?”
“I am all right,” the meerkat said impatiently. “I’ve made those people disappear so that they don’t get underfoot!”
“It sounds weird,” the boy said, his voice unsure. “The meerkat can’t make people disappear! It’s impossible!”
“Easy-peasy! It has to be a secret mission! I don’t want any strangers to interfere! This is my investigation,” the meerkat said, and straightened up with pride.
“Does your name mean anything?”
Notaspy shook his head vigorously.