“Except it’s in our hair instead of on our faces,” says Dum, starting the engine. “Because we’re original like that.” “Besides, are poisonous frogs worried about being spotted by birds?” asks Dee. “Are poisonous snakes? They all have bright markings.” “You’re a poisonous frog now?” I ask. “Ribbit.” He turns and flicks out his tongue at me. It’s blue. My eyes widen. “You dyed your tongue too?” Dee smiles. “Nah. It’s just Gatorade.” He lifts up a bottle half-full of blue liquid. “Gotcha.” He winks. “‘Hydrate or Die,’ man,”
