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digging it up and getting it ready to take to the museum. He was personally driving the truck, where the bones were stored, to the museum in Chicago and was supposed to be there two nights ago. The last time your Aunt Cassidy talked to him, he had stopped in St. Louis for gas and food. He didn’t get home that night or the next. So she called the museum. They told her that the truck was parked in back of the building and your Uncle Michael’s jacket was in the truck, but neither he nor the dinosaur were anywhere to be found.” “So we gotta go find him! And the dinosaur!” Grant shouted. He and Christina had been involved in a number of mystery adventures. Their Mimi and Papa always seemed to be dragging them off on an adventure somewhere. Of course, Mimi was a mystery writer, so it was only fit that she would get caught up in some mysteries of her own. “No, kids!” Mom told them in a stern voice. “You’re not going to gallivant all through the streets of Chicago. Your Mimi and Papa may let you run all around on your own solving mysteries and getting into danger, but Mom and Dad are going with you this time, and you are staying in my sight at all times! We are just going to visit and comfort

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The Mystery of the Missing Dinosaurs  

One creepy curator, two missing skulls, three batty bats, four funny friends and too many bones! An ordinary trip to see the dinosaurs at Ch...

The Mystery of the Missing Dinosaurs  

One creepy curator, two missing skulls, three batty bats, four funny friends and too many bones! An ordinary trip to see the dinosaurs at Ch...

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