Chapter Eleven
Sonic Shuttle
“f**k you,” Joel and Cody said at that same time, with exactly the same amount of fervor.
“No way I’m ever stepping foot on that station again,” Joel said. “I don’t give a damn about our reputation. We just murdered a bajillion bugs. If that doesn’t earn us a rep, then nothing will.”
“We didn’t finish the job,” Reggie said. “Doesn’t matter how many bugs we kill. If we don’t do what we’re hired to do, then we’re never getting hired again.”
Joel shrugged. “I don’t see why that’s such a bad thing. I’ve been an exterminator for about two days and, so far, it’s been the worst thing ever. I say we start a food truck. Everyone loves food trucks. And cupcakes. A cupcake food truck. Bam. We’re millionaires, and nothing is trying to kill me.”
“And waffles,” Cody ad
