The chicken squad chapter 7

Chapter 7

Sugar and Dirt were packing up their equipment so they could rescue Moosh from the UFO. Poppy lugged a bag full of rocks, and Sweetie carried a box of grass clippings, a tank of helium, and an orange balloon.
“You can’t leave me here alone!” cried the squirrel. “You CAN’T! YOU CAN’T!!” Squirrel threw himself onto the floor and grabbed Sugar’s tiny leg.
Sugar shook him off.
“How did you do that?” asked Dirt.
“My legs are too skinny to get a good grip,” answered Sugar. She turned to the squirrel. “You’re coming with us, Tail. But you have to keep quiet. And quit twitching. It attracts attention, and it makes me nervous.”
“I’m not going back out there,” cried the squirrel. “Never. Never. NEVER!”
“Listen, Tail,” said Sugar. “You’re going to do exactly what I tell you to do. There are aliens out there. Aliens looking for chickens. My mother is out there. My mother is a chicken. Do you follow me?”

The room fell quiet.
The squirrel’s eyes got wide again.
“Don’t even think about fainting, kid,” said Sugar. “I’ll drag you out there myself and toss you into that UFO. I’m pretty sure they’ll toss you back. But I’m willing to take that risk.”
“You are a brave squirrel,” said Dirt. “Be brave.”
“What do we do with the grass clippings?” asked Poppy.
“Camouflage,” said Sugar. “Poppy, you lick Sweetie. Sweetie, you lick Poppy. Then roll around in the grass clippings. You’ll be camouflaged. When you’re done, lick Dirt and do the same.”
“I will not be licked by a chicken!” announced the squirrel.
“Trust me,” said Sugar, “I would never ask anyone in my family to lick a squirrel. You’re on your own, pal.”
Poppy and Sweetie followed Sugar’s instructions to lick and roll. Sweetie rolled right out the door. Poppy rolled her back. When they all looked like stubby clumps of grass, Sugar said, “Now grab the rocks and head to the tomato patch. On my signal, you let loose.”
“Got it!” said Poppy. “But who’s going to watch the shoe?”
“Forget the shoe,” said Sugar. “Dirt, you take the helium and stick with Tail. He’s going to show you where the UFO landed. Send up the balloon when you get there. That’s our target, everyone!”
“Got it,” answered Dirt. “What are you going to do, Sugar?”
“I’d rather not say,” answered Sugar, lowering her voice. “It’s dangerous, and I don’t want to frighten the squirrel.”
“You’re right,” agreed Dirt. “The less information he has, the better.”
“Move out!” said Sugar.
“Wait,” said the squirrel. “Wouldn’t it be easier to just blow up the balloon here instead of dragging a helium tank all way across the yard?”
Sugar let out a heavy sigh.
“You can’t camouflage yourself and then walk around with a giant, orange balloon!” snapped Sugar. “Think, squirrel, think!”
“Wow,” said the squirrel. “You guys are good.”