time.
“Freekin! Help! Help!” she cried.
“Pretty?” Freekin stuck his head out the broken window.
“Freekin!” She clung to him. “Him so Horatio Snickering III! Bad man stealing Lilly! Him say, go to fermented fat factory right this minute young man!”
“What?”
Freekin’s face was a mask of horror. “He took her to the fermented fat factory?”
She nodded. “Oh, Freekin, me so sorry! C’mon now, we going—”
“Help!” someone yelled from inside the building. It was Brad Anderwater!
“Grrr. Him so refried being,” Pretty pleaded, but she knew that leaving Brad Anderwater in the burning building was bad behavior.
“Help me!” Brad yelled more loudly, more desperately, more refried-ly.
“Gotta go,” Freekin told her, and he dashed back into the fiery building.
“Him so hero.” Pretty sighed.
Found him!
Freekin located Brad Anderwater slumped down the hall and to the right, in the corner of a locked Juvenile Detention cell. The other cells he passed on the way to Brad were open and empty. Without a moment’s hesitation, he slung his unconscious archrival over his shoulder and headed back toward the room with the broken window, where he knew Scary would be waiting. But the hall leading to the room was raging with flames.
He went down another way, to discover that the door he had used to enter the building was blocked as well.
So he twisted and turned and backtracked with Brad on his back until he burst through the front door of the Juvenile Detention Facility, on the same spot where the mayor and chief of police stood side by side, still facing the crowd of angry parents. Now there were fire trucks,firefighters, ambulances, paramedics, and a lot of very frightened adults.
“Here,” Freekin said as two paramedics flew up the stairs. Then Freekin laid Brad onto the stretcher they were carrying, while his nemesis stirred and pointed his finger at Freekin.
“Freekin Ripp! He’s the one who started the fire! I saw him do it!” Brad said, coughing.
“He’s the leader of the Curiosity underground!” someone shouted from the crowd. “Get him!”
Freekin turned to race back into the burning building. But a firefighter with a kid over his shoulder blocked his way. He veered to the right and darted along the face of the building, hoping to circle to the back.
Ba-zing!
A bullet whizzed past his ear.
Ka-zoing!
A second one just missed his cheek. The bullets wouldn’t harm him, but they might shoot part of him off, and that would slow him down for sure.
He ran faster, bracing himself for another shot. Instead he heard shouts, lots of them.
“Get him!” someone bellowed.
“Freekin, where’s my son?” That was a parent. A parent,
asking a question!
“Stop, Ripp!”
He turned his head. The parents had broken throughthe barricades. They were swarming around the cops, their faces contorted with rage and hatred as they cut off his exit route. They came at him like a swarm of stinging bees.
Freekin hung a U-ie and ran away so fast, he thought his legs would detach any second.
Pretty hurried over to Scary, who was still transformed into a ladder, and squinted upward into the smoky steam. Thanks to the firefighters lined up with real hoses spraying gobs of water at the Juvenile Detention Facility, the fire was guttering out. But Freekin hadn’t appeared at the window with Brad Anderwater, and what was that shouting she heard on the other side of the building?
“Knock knock, Scary,” she called, trundling out of sight around the corner of the building. Scary folded himself up, and when he was sure no one was looking, he turned into his normal phantom shape and joined her.
“Scary is super-secret spy plane,” Pretty commanded, and Scary immediately transformed. Pretty climbed inside, and they silently rose into the air, beneath the glowing full moon. She nervously tapped her fingers on Lilly’s purse. Together the two monsters soared above the building, observing the mob
“Freekin! Help! Help!” she cried.
“Pretty?” Freekin stuck his head out the broken window.
“Freekin!” She clung to him. “Him so Horatio Snickering III! Bad man stealing Lilly! Him say, go to fermented fat factory right this minute young man!”
“What?”
Freekin’s face was a mask of horror. “He took her to the fermented fat factory?”
She nodded. “Oh, Freekin, me so sorry! C’mon now, we going—”
“Help!” someone yelled from inside the building. It was Brad Anderwater!
“Grrr. Him so refried being,” Pretty pleaded, but she knew that leaving Brad Anderwater in the burning building was bad behavior.
“Help me!” Brad yelled more loudly, more desperately, more refried-ly.
“Gotta go,” Freekin told her, and he dashed back into the fiery building.
“Him so hero.” Pretty sighed.
Found him!
Freekin located Brad Anderwater slumped down the hall and to the right, in the corner of a locked Juvenile Detention cell. The other cells he passed on the way to Brad were open and empty. Without a moment’s hesitation, he slung his unconscious archrival over his shoulder and headed back toward the room with the broken window, where he knew Scary would be waiting. But the hall leading to the room was raging with flames.
He went down another way, to discover that the door he had used to enter the building was blocked as well.
So he twisted and turned and backtracked with Brad on his back until he burst through the front door of the Juvenile Detention Facility, on the same spot where the mayor and chief of police stood side by side, still facing the crowd of angry parents. Now there were fire trucks,firefighters, ambulances, paramedics, and a lot of very frightened adults.
“Here,” Freekin said as two paramedics flew up the stairs. Then Freekin laid Brad onto the stretcher they were carrying, while his nemesis stirred and pointed his finger at Freekin.
“Freekin Ripp! He’s the one who started the fire! I saw him do it!” Brad said, coughing.
“He’s the leader of the Curiosity underground!” someone shouted from the crowd. “Get him!”
Freekin turned to race back into the burning building. But a firefighter with a kid over his shoulder blocked his way. He veered to the right and darted along the face of the building, hoping to circle to the back.
Ba-zing!
A bullet whizzed past his ear.
Ka-zoing!
A second one just missed his cheek. The bullets wouldn’t harm him, but they might shoot part of him off, and that would slow him down for sure.
He ran faster, bracing himself for another shot. Instead he heard shouts, lots of them.
“Get him!” someone bellowed.
“Freekin, where’s my son?” That was a parent. A parent,
asking a question!
“Stop, Ripp!”
He turned his head. The parents had broken throughthe barricades. They were swarming around the cops, their faces contorted with rage and hatred as they cut off his exit route. They came at him like a swarm of stinging bees.
Freekin hung a U-ie and ran away so fast, he thought his legs would detach any second.
Pretty hurried over to Scary, who was still transformed into a ladder, and squinted upward into the smoky steam. Thanks to the firefighters lined up with real hoses spraying gobs of water at the Juvenile Detention Facility, the fire was guttering out. But Freekin hadn’t appeared at the window with Brad Anderwater, and what was that shouting she heard on the other side of the building?
“Knock knock, Scary,” she called, trundling out of sight around the corner of the building. Scary folded himself up, and when he was sure no one was looking, he turned into his normal phantom shape and joined her.
“Scary is super-secret spy plane,” Pretty commanded, and Scary immediately transformed. Pretty climbed inside, and they silently rose into the air, beneath the glowing full moon. She nervously tapped her fingers on Lilly’s purse. Together the two monsters soared above the building, observing the mob
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