don’t have the power to wreak havoc while they aren’t looking. —Fisher Bas, Personal Notes It was Thursday, after school, and the day before the new King of Hollywood’s grand opening. Fisher had spent the day in anxious agitation. Even a new issue of Vic Daring: Space Scoundrel hadn’t been able to calm him down. He knew that Amanda Cantrell had planned a big protest, and he knew that Two would be making an appearance of his own. Fisher was also planning on making a cameo. Two was obviously up to something. He’d been standing up to the Vikings, and making friends—friends!—which meant that he was already calling attention to himself. Fisher needed to see whether the clone was in danger of breaking their secret wide open. “Disguise, disguise,” Fisher mused, looking around his room. “What should I use for a disguise?” Half an hour later, a short boy walked toward the King of Hollywood restaurant. A strangely puffy plume of long hair spilled out of his pulled-up hood, and he was wearing tropical-themed souvenir sunglasses with little palm trees on the frames.
