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Another Day, Another Concussion

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“Joe,” Frank grumbled, eyes shut tight against the painful light. “Wake up. We’ve been kidnapped again.”

Frank was getting very tired of this. Sometimes it felt like the only way he and Joe solved a mystery was by one or both of them getting kidnapped by the bad guys and gloated at. They’d be going along, minding their own business (or other people’s really) and next thing you’d know they were waking up with a splitting headaches and their hands tied behind their backs.

And it really wasn’t fair, because this time they’d already deduced who the bad guys were!