escape!â Jeff added quickly.
Mike scrambled across the sand. âHey, I thought you said he wouldnât come here. The first law of Humongous movies and all that!â
âI guess Gigantopus didnât read the script,â said Sean.
The beast, who didnât read the script, suddenly flexed his eight powerful thirty-foot tentacles. He was a blur of oozy suction pads, green leathery skin, and razor-sharp teeth as he slithered across the ground toward the kids.
âThe sand!â yelled Jeff. âI canât run that fast!â
Within seconds the beast was there.
âWeâre octopus food!â cried Mike. âDoomed!â
Then, just as the beast was within striking distance of the five friends, its giant-domed head turned. The creature stopped, twirled its tentacles, and pushed off into the open desert.
âYahoo!â said Sean. âHeâs going away! Roll the credits. Turn up the lights. Clear the theater. Shut off the popcorn machine. Get theââ
âWhaaa-ungh!â Holly suddenly went down like a sack of heavy fish.
âHolly?â said Sean. âYou donât have to hide. The octopus is gone now.â
âIâm not hiding!â she said. âI slipped.â She found herself eye level with a pool of shiny stuff. âWhoa, what is this gunk?â Holly stared at the ground. âThat creepy octopus left something slimy!â
Sean stooped. âGloop,â he said helpfully.
âSmells pretty fishy,â said Mike, stooping, too.
Holly looked back across the sand. âYeah, well, whatever it is, Gigantopus is leaving a trail of the fishy gloop. And it starts at the studio.â
âUh-oh!â cried Sean, pointing to a swirl of dust in the desert. âHeâs turning around again!â
Gigantopus whirled in the sand, his powerful tentacles still dripping gloop, and he headed north.
Toward town.
Toward the center of Groverâs Mill!
âHurry!â yelled Holly. âWe have to warn everyone!â
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