Chapter 1: The Smoothie of Justice 1 THE SMOOTHIE OF JUSTICE All the trouble with the tyrannosaur started the same day Xavier Gonzalez and I helped apprehend the Zebra Spanker. Although we caught him at FunJungle Wild Animal Park in central Texas, the guy had already spanked zebras in thirteen other zoos around the country. He would slip into the exhibits while an accomplice filmed him, and then smack the poor unsuspecting zebras on their rear ends. The zebras would be understandably startled, and the Spanker would flee. The videos were then uploaded to YouTube, where they had become a sensation, each gaining more views than the last. Over thirty million people had watched the newest one. The Zebra Spanker always wore a lucha libre -style Mexican wrestling mask, so no one knew what he looked like--or anything about him, really. It was rumored that he had done the first spanking as a lark, just to amuse his friends, but when it had gone viral, he had decided to keep it up.
No one was even sure why he had chosen zebras--although I suspected it was because zebras are often among the easiest animals to get close to at zoos. Zebras can actually be quite dangerous; a kick from their hind legs can shatter your ribs or crack your skull--and their bite can do some serious damage as well. But they are quite tolerant of humans and thus, their exhibits are usually built without the thick glass walls or wide moats that lots of other animals require. At many zoos, the zebras are only a few feet from the tourists, and so the Zebra Spanker rarely had to do more than reach over a wall or fence to strike his targets. The Association of Zoos & Aquariums wanted the Spanker caught as fast as possible--although, sadly, this was a tall order for most zoos, which had shoestring budgets and small security teams. However, FunJungle wasn''t like most zoos. It was really a hybrid of a zoo and a theme park, and had become one of the biggest tourist attractions in America since its grand opening a little over a year earlier. FunJungle had a large security force, although it wasn''t exactly a good security force; it was mostly composed of people who had failed to get jobs in any other form of law enforcement.
The man in charge, Chief Hoenekker, was competent, though, and he had been posting guards full-time at the zebra exhibit, figuring that even his least capable employee could still be a deterrent. This turned out to be wrong. The Zebra Spanker struck shortly after FunJungle had opened one Tuesday morning in the middle of June. Normally, the park would have been packed by that time, as school was out through most of the country, but there had been a massive storm the night before, dousing some parts of the Texas Hill Country with four inches of rain, and more was predicted. Since much of FunJungle was outdoors, many tourists had opted to do something else that day. Even so, the FunJungle guard on duty, a young man named Chet Spivey, should have been better prepared. The Zebra Spanker''s modus operandi was to strike early in the day, when crowds were small. But on that fateful morning, Chet hadn''t reported to his post on time because he was busy chatting up a cute new barista at Clara Capybara''s Coffee Café.
The Zebra Spanker and his videographer arrived at the zebra exhibit to find no one else around at all; the few tourists who had braved the weather had headed for the more popular FunJungle exhibits first. At the time, Xavier and I were on Adventure Road, the main route around the park, heading toward SafariLand with Sage Bonotto, another friend from sixth grade. Xavier and I had become friends quickly upon my arrival at Lyndon Baines Johnson Middle School, as he was a FunJungle fanatic and aspiring field biologist; he had sought me out, knowing my mother was a renowned primatologist who worked at the park. I had gotten to know Sage because he was my lab partner in science. He liked animals too, particularly the lizards and snakes that were abundant on his family''s ranch. Sage was also the class clown, the kind of kid who would rig cans of Silly String to discharge in your locker, or leave whoopee cushions on the teacher''s chair. My friends had slept over at my place the night before. I lived in FunJungle employee housing, which was a trailer park located behind the employee parking lot.
The original plan had been to camp out, as there was a nature reserve right out my back door. However, the storm had chased us inside, forcing us to sleep in my small bedroom and make microwave popcorn instead of s''mores. I had unlimited access to FunJungle since both my parents worked there. (Dad was the staff photographer.) I had gotten Sage in through the employee entrance at the rear of the park. Everyone who worked there knew me, and they often let me bring a friend in for free. Xavier didn''t need my help to get in; he was a junior volunteer at the panda exhibit and thus had his own employee pass. "We should try for another campout, later this week," Xavier said.
"Since this one got rained out." "We could do it at my ranch!" Sage offered. "There''s this great place on the riverbank I want to show you." "On the riverbank?" Xavier repeated skeptically. "Won''t it be two feet underwater after last night?" "Yes, but I bought a submarine we can all sleep in," Sage replied sarcastically, then added, "We''re obviously not going to sleep there if it''s flooded, dingus. But if it''s dry, I promise you, it''ll be one of the most awesome nights of your lives." "I''ve done a lot of camping," I reminded him. In fact, I had spent the first ten years of my life camping, living in a tent in the Congo while my mother studied gorillas.
"Unless you have a herd of elephants on your ranch, I doubt this will be as awesome as what I''m used to." Sage gave me a smug smile. "Trust me. It''ll be better." "What''s better than a herd of elephants?" Xavier asked incredulously. "You''ll see," Sage replied. Xavier narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "You''ve been acting really weird lately.
What''s going on with you?" "Nothing''s going on," Sage said, in a tone that indicated something was . Xavier turned to me. "See? Weird." Then he gasped with excitement as he noticed we were passing Savanna Sally''s Smoothie Shack. "Ooh! Who wants a smoothie?" "And you''re calling me weird?" Sage asked. "We just ate breakfast. Teddy''s dad made us each, like, fifteen pancakes." "I''m still hungry," Xavier explained.
"Plus, I get twenty percent off with my employee discount!" He hurried over to the shack and announced, "One extra-large Safari Sogoodie Smoothie, please." As the name indicated, Savanna Sally''s was located near the fake savanna of FunJungle, which was in the enormous African Plains exhibit. Hundreds of Central African animals lived together there, including giraffes, impala, eland, cape buffalo, rhinos--and zebras. "Extra-large?" I looked at Xavier''s ample waistline, concerned for his health. "Maybe you should go with a smaller size." "Smoothies are good for you," Xavier said. "They have fruit in them." "And ice cream," Sage said, pointing to Savanna Sally''s, where one employee was dropping a scoop of vanilla the size of a marmoset into the smoothie maker.
"There''s a lot more fruit than ice cream," Xavier stated. "So that makes it healthy." "That''s not how nutrition works," Sage argued. Xavier started to argue back, but he was cut off by the whir of the smoothie blender, which was as loud as a helicopter. In Xavier''s defense, the Safari Sogoodie was marketed as one of the healthier food options at FunJungle, but this was true only because most of the FunJungle food options weren''t healthy at all. At one shop, you could even get deep-fried fudge, which my father referred to as an "instant heart attack." There was fruit in the Safari Sogoodie, but it was mostly high-sugar stuff like apples and grapes; and while the menu claimed it had blueberries in it, there were really only about five; purple food coloring was added to make it look like there were more. The server handed the smoothie to Xavier and charged him $8.
99. Like many of the beverages for sale in the park, it was oversize, to make people think they were getting some value for their money. Xavier needed two hands to hold it. "Yikes," Sage said, eyeing it warily. "Once you''re done with that, we can fill the cup with water and use it as a hot tub." "You''re hilarious." Xavier took a sip of his Safari Sogoodie. The smoothies had originally been designed to be consumed with straws, but straws had been banned at FunJungle--and almost every other zoo in America--because people tended to drop them in the exhibits, and then the animals would eat them and get sick.
Without the straw, Xavier''s lips were immediately dyed purple by the food coloring. Sage and I couldn''t help but laugh at him. "What''s so funny now?" Xavier demanded. "You look like a clown suffering from hypothermia," I told him, which made Sage laugh even harder. Xavier wasn''t pleased by this, but before he could say anything, we heard the braying of a startled zebra. It was a very distinctive sound, sort of a cross between a pig''s snort and a squeaky gate. I knew it well from my childhood in Africa. "That''s a zebra," I said.
"And it sounds upset." "The Zebra Spanker must be here!" Xavier exclaimed. "Oh, come on," Sage told him. "There''s no way--" At wh.