Mazes and mind games await in this epic third book about the theme park of your dreams, where Cam Walker goes head-to-head with the villains who have been after Futureland from the start. An electrifying illustrated series for fans of Spider-Man: Miles Morales. "Hold on tight, Futureland will be the ride of your life . . . and maybe the last!" —Kwame Mbalia, #1 New York Times bestselling author Team Futureland. Their archenemies. A showdown in spectacularly futuristic Egypt. After Futureland emerges from back-to-back scandals, Cam Walker and his family are ready to confront the people who keep targeting their flying park. A group called the Architects has been after them since Futureland made its Atlanta stop, and the Walkers have had enough. To settle things, the Architects propose the very first Architect Games, where the Walkers and the Architects will battle in a series of challenges. If the Walkers win, then the Architects will leave them alone once and for all. But if Cam and his family lose, they will lose everything—including Futureland and its prized tech. The Architects can't be trusted, but Cam doesn't have a choice. If he can lead his team to victory, his family and friends will be free. Otherwise, there's no telling what the Architects will do once they get their hands on Futureland. . . . "A return to an exciting world of Afrofuturism where everything’s on the line and there’s a lot for a kid to learn." — Kirkus Reviews Hugh “H.D.” Hunter is a storyteller, teaching artist, and community organizer from Atlanta. He's also the winner of several indie book awards for multicultural fiction. Hugh is committed to stories about Black kids and their many expansive worlds. He loves vegan snacks, basketball, and stories that make you cry—but make you smile afterward. Check out Hugh's work at thesoutherndistrict.com. 1 Abracadabra Sunday, May 30, 2049 10:00 a.m. You ever forget how bright sunlight is? No? Well, the reminders aren’t fun. I rubbed a combination of sleep and sunshine out of my eyes. Then I stood up and finally dragged myself out of my room. I heard Uncle Trey snickering just a few feet away. “Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.” He slurped from his favorite mug--one that said #1 DAD on the front. Uncle Trey always drank out of my dad’s mug when he wasn’t around. He reached out for a dap. I put my hand in his. “Yow! What was that?” I jumped back and rubbed my palm. My entire hand tin-gled with the aftershock of the vibration. Uncle Trey doubled over laughing. “High-voltage handshake buzzer. One of my old pranks. Found it under that pile of dirty clothes in my room. Makes meeting new people a shocking experience.” I rolled my eyes. He kept laughing, then wiped his mouth with a napkin. “Hey, did you finish recording your thingamajig? I heard you up late last night working on it.” I nodded. “Mm-hmm. Finished the New York episode of the official Futureland Mysteries video journal. I can’t wait until I can upload them all.” Uncle Trey smiled. “Wow. Detective. Genius. Streamer. What can’t the kid do?” He tousled my hair. “Hopefully, you can upload your series ASAP. We’re still invisible for now, but I got a feeling that once we come out of hiding, your mom will be okay with you sharing your videos.” I shuffled over to the counter and poured myself a glass of orange juice. Mom and Dad hadn’t said much about why we’d been cruising on invisibility mode for so long. They talked about it as a break, a chance for a vacation. But secretly, I won-dered if it had anything to do with the Architects. They’d been on my mind. Where are they? What are they planning to do next? “Uncle Trey. What if . . . what if we just stayed invisible?” I asked. Uncle Trey let out a laugh and scratched his beard. “That would be something, wouldn’t it? I mean, can you ever remember Futureland being this fun?” I knew exactly what Uncle Trey meant. Sure, Futureland was fun every day. We brought joy, excitement, wonder, and imagination to the entire world! But since we left New York and dropped the crew off in Atlanta, we’d been having a ball. Just plain old family fun. The only thing missing was my best friend, Dooley. Some-times I’d look to my side, expecting her to be next to me. Her absence was the biggest reminder that things weren’t like old times. No matter how much fun we were having. Mom and Dad had engaged the invisibility feature on the park as we made our way around the continent. Camping under the stars in Wyoming. Selfies at Niagara Falls in Ontario. Letting the sounds of smooth jazz lead us through the streets of New Orleans. Every single stop had been a different kind of adventure. A break from all the madness we had to deal with since last August. I never wanted it to end, even though I knew it had to. “Hey, nephew.” Uncle Trey snapped me out of my juice-fueled daydream. “Can you believe the news is still acting like sad puppies because we’re ‘gone’? Every day there’s another story ab