"Brian! Brian!" Michele screamed into the dark jungle of green behind her. Holding her stomach with one hand, Jo Dee propped herself up to see what Michele was hollering about. Brian streaked out of the woods, the oar raised menacingly over his head. He looked like a pirate was chasing him. "Snake?" he asked. "No, yuck!" Michele said. "Look! Look . . . the clues make up a map!" "Treasure?" asked Brian hopefully."