Clubhouse Mysteries: The Space Mission Adventure

ZIGGY LOOKED UP AT THE NIGHT SKY IN AMAZEMENT.
The weather had been clear and cold, and thousands of stars decorated the inky blackness of the night. “Awesome, mon,” Ziggy whispered to his friend Rico, who stood shivering beside him. “They look like shiny pieces of hard candy floating up there, don’t they?”
Rico stamped his feet and blew into his gloves. Even though he had on new, fur-lined boots and a down jacket, he felt chilled. “It’s cold out here, Ziggy. Let’s go look at the stars from inside your house.”
Ziggy stretched both his bare hands up to the sky. He wore no gloves, but he rarely took off his favorite hat, a fuzzy black, green, and yellow cap his mother had knit for him. “I feel like I could almost reach up there and pull a star out of the sky and bite it,” Ziggy said with a laugh. “Let’s go in, mon. You look like a chocolate Popsicle!”
The two friends hurried into the warmth of the house, where Ziggy’s mom had mugs of hot chocolate waiting for them. “Thanks, Mrs. Colwin,” Rico said as he sipped the warm drink. He was glad they weren’t having a meeting of their club, the Black Dinosaurs, in their backyard clubhouse tonight. Ziggy, even though he had been born in the tropical climate of Jamaica, seemed to love the winter weather of Cincinnati, Ohio. He had wanted to meet as they had done all summer, but the chilly winter winds had chased the boys inside.
The doorbell rang, and Ziggy jumped up to answer it. “What’s up, dudes?” Ziggy said in greeting to the other two members of the club, Rashawn and Jerome. “You want some hot chocolate?”
Rashawn, tall, thin, and always ready to go one-on-one at the basketball court, walked in wearing his favorite army boots and jacket. Jerome, shorter and stronger-looking, grinned at Ziggy, tossed off his leather jacket, and grabbed a mug of hot chocolate in each hand.
“It’s really cold out there!” Jerome exclaimed as he sipped first from one mug, then the other.
“How you figure you get two cups of cocoa?” Rashawn asked.
“I’m tougher than the rest of you, so I need double the fuel!” he replied with a grin.
Rashawn took the last mug of chocolate, impressed that Ziggy’s mom had known to make extra, and sipped it gratefully. “I just want to make sure I don’t get the cup with the pickle in it!” He glanced at Ziggy, who, as usual, was stirring his chocolate with a thick green pickle.
“Why do you do that, man?” Rico asked, shaking his head.
“The pickle makes it taste better, mon. Besides, we were out of ketchup!” The other boys groaned, but they were used to Ziggy’s strange food habits. The four of them had been friends since first grade. “Did you bring your Space Camp stuff?” Rashawn asked the other boys.
“It’s right here in my backpack,” Rico answered, pulling out a folder of forms and instructions.
“This is going to be so cool!” Jerome and Ziggy pulled out their paperwork as well. “I can’t wait to get to Space Camp, mon,” Ziggy exclaimed as he sucked the chocolate off the pickle. “Wouldn’t it be awesome to go into space for real?”
“Yeah,” Jerome said. “I wonder what you have to do to be an astronaut.”
“I never thought about it,” Rashawn said. “But I suppose there’s lots of training.”
“You gotta learn how to read the instruments and fly the space shuttle,” Rico offered. “And know what to do if you have to walk in space and fix some thing on the outside of the shuttle.”
“I figure you need to practice what it feels like to be weightless so you don’t throw up, mon!” Ziggy added.
“When we get to Space Camp, you practice that one by yourself-okay, Ziggy?” Jerome laughed, held his nose, and moved to a chair away from Ziggy.
“Let’s go over this stuff, so the Black Dinosaurs Space Team is ready,” Rico said. “I can’t believe my dad is taking us all the way to Huntsville, Alabama for the weekend. I hope it’s warmer there than it is here in Ohio!”
“Your dad is the bomb, mon,” Ziggy exclaimed. “I know you only see him on vacations and stuff, but that is so cool that he’s a pilot in the air force.”
“Year, my dad really is all right,” Rico replied. “He took me up in a jet last year on my birthday.”
“Awesome!” Jerome said.
“Did you throw up?” Ziggy asked.
“Of course not! You focus on the strangest things, Ziggy.” Rico shook his head.
“How long will it take to get there?” Rashawn asked.
“My dad says about seven hours by car. We go from Cincinnati, through Louisville, Kentucky, and Nashville, Tennessee, all the way down to Huntsville. But that’s not counting stops at fast-food places or to see cool stuff,” Rico told him.
“You think we can find our hometown chili dogs in Alabama?” Jerome asked. “Cincinnati makes the best chili in the world.”