Somebody sent it to us, so here we are again, on another adventure with, sigh, the Hardy Boys. This time around, we're racking up the frequent flier miles on a quest to find some gold, get our dads out of danger, and maybe, just maybe, stave off, uh, thermonuclear war? It's not entirely clear. But what IS clear is that when Frank and Joe Hardy are on the case, Clsn & J. can't be far behind! So check your luggage, check your tent for snakes, check your privilege, check your six for armadillos, check the guy with the puck straight into the dang half-boards, and check out the latest just-for-friends magic we weave s we clamber deep inside ... the Jungle Pyramid.
Extra bonus line: "You couldn't fit even a helicopter into this jungle with a shoehorn." (This book was so dumb we didn't get to this line in more than an hour of enthusiastic conversation!)
Extra bonus moment we never got do: "Frank and Joe decided to say nothing but keep their eyes open," which when I read it the first time seemed to be to be a strong hint that they might in fact be telepathic.