Chapter 19

It can't be. My invention was right here before I left for the party. I frantically search my room for it, upturning everything in sight but still not able to find it. Maybe Travis knows where it is. I shake him awake and hold his shoulders.

"Travis! Travis, get up!"

With sleepy eyes he scowls at me and attempts to fall asleep but I continue shaking him. He groans and turns his back to me.

"Please get up," I plead, while shaking him harder. "We have a huge problem."

He pops one eye open and asks, "What problem?"

"I can't find my invention!"

"What?!"

"I can't find my invention!"

He throws the sheets off himself and jumps out of bed. "What do you mean you can't find your invention?"

"I can't find it anywhere in this room! Do you perhaps know where it is?"

"Of course, it's right there," Travis says and points to the place where it was meant to be and is surprised to see the microwave there.

"That's a good looking microwa