8 Just Hanging Around! Caw! Caw! Grrrr! Yap! Yap! Woo-ooo! Strange animal calls and growls filled the air as the Mango Men pushed Liz and Mike down a hole at the pitcher’s mound. At the bottom of the hole was a bamboo door. When the door swung open, Liz gasped. “There’s a whole world down here!” “I call it the Junga-Lounge,” said Buddy Kool. “Ugh!” said a Mango Man, prodding the two kids across a rope bridge swinging between some trees. A pool below the bridge swished. Sloosh! The giant head of a large white shark pierced the water’s surface. Its beady eyes shot dark looks up at the kids. Snap! The shark snapped its jaws loudly, bumped the bottom of the bridge with its nose, and dived. “I’ll count my toes later,” said Mike. “Can we please just get off this bridge?” The Mango Men moved the kids onto a winding stone path. Slishhh! A hissing, steaming waterfall roared down one wall. “Incredible,” Mike gasped, nudging Liz. “It’s just like a theme restaurant.”
