In a small town, somewhere in the Midwest, lived a boy named Logan Scott. He had an incredible talent for finding things. He was so good at this finding thing, that a secret department of the police, recruited him to help them with certain cases.  

On a normal summer day, Logan was usually out playing with his best friend, Stanley, and best cousin, Luke. However, every now and then his secret phone would vibrate, to let him know that he was needed at the secret lab.  

The secret lab was where Agent Moon and Agent Stumps met Logan for the very first time. It was hidden underneath a closed toy store, downtown. This was where Logan got to use cool spy tools, to help him find whatever was missing.  

Last time, his bike got modified with mini rockets. He really hoped that Dr. Rackett (the old scientist guy that invented Logan’s tools) would let him take the rockets again.  

As Logan was getting beat at pickle ball by Stanley the Manly, a nickname Stanley does not approve of, Logan’s pocket started to vibrate.  

Uh oh, thought Logan. It was the secret phone that nobody was supposed to know about (because that’s what secret means, duh!). How was Logan going to answer it without Stanley or Luke, who was sitting by keeping score, from noticing?  

Then, a thought came to Logan. He started hopping and wiggling around. 

“Hey guys, I gotta go to the bathroom, I’ll be right back. Luke can take my place!” He yelled as he ran to the park's restrooms.  

“Hello, um... Agent Stumps?” Logan asked warily, once he was safely in the bathroom. He had only used this phone one other time. He hoped it still only went to the agents and he didn’t just tell some stranger that there is an Agent Stumps out there.  

“No, Logan,” the voice on the other end said.  

Great, I blew it, thought Logan.

“It’s Agent Moon. We need you to come to the lab,” Agent Moon replied, sounding very no nonsense.  

“Oh, okay. Do you mean, like, right now or later today or tomorrow...”? 

Click  

Agent Moon was a man of little words. Logan had to make an excuse to leave the boys and bike over to the toy store.  

When Logan ran back to his buddies, he didn’t need to come up with an excuse after all, because Stanley and Luke were already packing up.  

“Hey guys, where are you going?” Huffed Logan, out of breath. 

“My mom called. She said I forgot to mow the lawn again,” Luke grumbled. 

“Yeah, I better go mow mine too before my mom calls me,” Stanley said with a smirk. Stanley and Luke lived across the street from one another. If Owen were asked to mow, there were pretty good odds that Stanley would be mowing too.

“Oh, okay, well...I’ll go check mine too,” Logan stammered, not believing how great this worked out.  

“Logan, you just mowed yours,” stated Luke, looking at his cousin curiously. “Well, yeah but now, um, I need to ... bag it! Yup, mom wants me to bag all the loose grass that I just cut,” Logan mumbled as he hopped on his bike. 

“Man, what did you do to get that chore?” Stanley yelled as Logan sped away, pretending not to hear him.