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"What are anda doing here?!" Blowhole snarled. Julian scamped out the open door, but Blowhole cornered Private. A familiar clown head rose from its resting place on his segway, and Blowhole fired the beam of forgetfulness. Luckily, though, Private barely manged to dodge, and he tumbled across the room.
"CC! LEXII" he cried. "IF THERE WAS ANY TIME anda WERE NEEDED, ITS NOW!" He kept dodging blast after blast. Blowhole, annoyed, swapped weapons, and started shooting a tranquilizer, dart-gun at him. He shot Private in the wing, and he fell over. Private's vision began to get blurry, and the last...

The rest of the week passed uneventfully for Dave. The crowds came and the crowds went and the days passed sejak like the wind. The Haiwan all did their usual daily routines every single day. Nothing changed. Some days had a little excitement and some days were just plain dull. The most exciting thing that had happened for Dave was when Julian had kicked Mort into the memerang, otter habitat and had landed right on bahagian, atas of Dave. He landed on Dave, while Dave was lying on the grass.

At this point Dave had gotten to know almost all of the Haiwan at the zoo. He really liked many of them. The only Haiwan he...