and Nanny X came over to us, too. So did Howard.
We fanned out on the same step, side by side, like a team. Ursula had one last beetle near her foot. She reached down to catch itâand save itâand when she did, Nanny X lunged.
She twisted Ursulaâs arm behind her back and handcuffed her with a teething ring. She attached the other cuff around her own wrist.
âArt is about creating,â said Nanny X. âNot destroying.â She pulled out her diaper phone and pressed a button. âX, reporting in,â she said. âWeâve got her.â
Iâd heard that before. But this time it was true. Weâd caught The Angler, squished a bunch of bugs and saved a lot of national treasures from destruction. We hadnât saved all of them, though. I didnât know what NAP would have to say about that. Would we get another case after this one?
âYou know,â Jake told Urusla as the rain eased up and the sun started to look out on us again, âI thought your fish sculpture was very realistic. And your squirrel is totally tundra.â Leave it to my brother to be polite to a criminal. He was right, though.
âYou mean you think Iâm good?â Ursula said. She didnâtmean âgood person,â which was in question at the moment. She meant âgood at art.â
âYes,â said Jake.
âYes,â Stinky and I agreed.
Jake frowned. âIâm not so sure about your poetry, though,â he said. âPlus, you said you were going after something tall. None of the national treasures you picked was really very tall.â
Ursula froze, her eyes wide. âBut I did try to destroy a tall thing,â she said. âWashington, D.C.âs tallest lawn ornament. It was the obvious choice.â
We all looked down the Mall and saw it towering in the distance. The Washington Monument. Of course.
âIt looks okay from here,â I said.
Nanny X pulled out her baby-powder spyglass. She turned the dial. Then she turned it again, three more times. She looked at Ursula. âHand me that remote,â she said.
âThey donât work with my remote,â Ursula said. âTheyâre automated. They just chew.â
Nanny X ran to the curb at Nanny X speed. She whistled for a pedicab, but none came. I guess they didnât like the weather. Then she spied a row of Segways leaning against the wall. The owners must have gone somewhere to get out of the rain, which had now stopped completely.
âMergenthee,â said Eliza.
âEmergency,â agreed Nanny X. She pulled a card out of her bag and handed it to Boris. âCongratulations!â it said. âYour __________ has been borrowed by a Top Secret Government Agency. It will be returned immediately after __________. Thank you for your cooperation.â
Boris took a pencil out of his pocket and filled in the blanks:
Segway/We save the Washington Monument
. He attached the card to the wall above the Segways.
Nanny X unhooked Ursulaâs handcuffs. She handed her the helmet that was hanging from the handlebars. âClimb on.â
âUs too?â I said.
âYou too.â Nanny X bent down and slid on her bunny slippers. They were still miraculously fuzzy, even after the rain and a day on the streets of D.C.
Boris gave us a Segway lesson. âLean forward to go. Pull back to stopâbut not too far back or youâll go in reverse. And donât let go of the handlebars.â
âGot it!â yelled Jake.
âGot it,â I said. I fastened my helmet and mounted my Segway, which I was way too young to drive unless the nationâs most famous obelisk was in peril. I leaned forward. The wheels began to roll. I rolled, too, slow and shaky at first, but then straighter and faster as we followed our nanny to the Washington Monument. Ursula leaned right near Fourteenth Street and her Segway turned. Wait. That wasnât the way to the monument!
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