The End...I know that's not how stories usually start. But my story is about time travel. And not everything happens in the right order. Izzy's grandpa was an ice-cream man, and he used to tell the best stories. There was one about giving a 99 Flake to a pharaoh in Ancient Egypt -- and another about feeding Fab lollies to hungry T. Rex. But what if they weren't just stories? What if his blue ice-cream van had a secret magic of its own?