“But, Danny …” he spluttered, between a series of high-pitched chirrups and clicks, “you’re so pretty!” Danny smacked Josh in the face with his tail and scurried under the door. On the other side, there was a cliff of concrete. Followed by another cliff of concrete. And then another. A staircase. Josh arrived at his side, still shaking with laughter. He opened his mouth to say something, but Danny gave him a fierce stare. “DON’T!” was all he said, and Josh bit down on his next joke. After all Danny’s freaking out about the pink and glittery stuff in the shop, he could have been designed by Princessland. Of course, Josh was a very pretty gecko too—but the orange and blue spots weren’t at all girly. Why they’d both S.W.I.T.C.H.ed with such different colors, Josh couldn’t say. Maybe it was just Danny’s inner pinkness coming out. “So,” Danny said, pinkly. “What’s going to eat us today?” “We’re not in much danger here,” grinned Josh. “Unless Petty’s bought herself a cat.
