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But now it was safe.

  “This I can do!” Jeff cried out, smiling big.

  Suddenly, something felt wrong. Jeff was losing power. He started to dip. He looked back at Holly. The blue flame on her suit started to sputter. She couldn’t keep herself on course, either.

  Jeff tried to jet over to her.

  But he couldn’t. “Holly, I’m—falling!”

  Bong! The clock on the Double Dunk Donut Den chimed out.

  And Jeff knew, as he and Holly fell hundreds of feet to the ground below, that their time was up!

  12

  All Cool Things Must End!

  Jong! Grink! Choonk-chank! Flang! Thwonk! The incredible armor collapsed back into plain old purple sneakers.

  “Uh-oh!” gasped Jeff, tumbling fast. “No more fancy suits!”

  Holly tumbled next to him. Faster and faster! “Jeff, we’re not going to make it!”

  Suddenly, the huge pan on top of Usher’s House of Pancakes let off a giant puff of steam!

  SSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!

  Jeff and Holly fell right into the puff and were lifted up on a pillow of soft billowy air! They were saved!

  Slowly the steam faded into mist and they tumbled gently into the huge pan.

  Holly looked over. “Well, that was lucky!”

  Jeff grinned. “Just like in the movies!” But all at once his grin turned to horror as he looked at the street below him.

  WHOOM! A manhole cover burst in the air and a mole alien poked his head up from below.

  WHOOM! Another manhole cover popped up. Then another and another!

  And climbing out of the sewers just below Main Street was the evil mole kid himself, Zoll! He flashed his silver cape and stomped his big blue boots.

  “Up, my mole army!” yelled Zoll. “Up from the sewers! Up—and conquer!”

  “Oh, no! We’re not finished yet!” shouted Holly. “It’s the—ugly alien mole invader himself!”

  “And, guess what?” screamed the whiny high voice of Zoll. “You can’t stop me—now that you’re just—plain old earth-lings!”

  “There’s no such thing as plain old earth-lings!” Holly screamed back. She and Jeff quickly jumped from the giant pan and climbed down the side of the House of Pancakes to Main Street.

  They froze in horror as they saw hundreds and hundreds of hooded mole heads poking up from the sewers below.

  “What are we going to do now?” gasped Jeff. “This is hopeless!”

  “We’ve got to stop them!” cried Holly.

  “But we’re not robots anymore. Just kids.”

  Holly looked at Jeff… . “That’s gotta be enough.”

  WHOOM! More manhole covers exploded. And from each one a mole head popped up and looked around.

  Then Jeff’s heart leaped as he saw three figures appear on Main Street behind the moles. They were holding long sticks and gliding fast.

  “Sean?” said Jeff. “Mike? Liz?”

  “Yes!” cried Holly. “Reinforcements!”

  The three skaters barreled up the street and slid to a stop in front of Jeff and Holly. Sean held out two sticks to them.

  He pointed over his shoulder at the mole aliens. “Looks like we’ve got a game to finish.”

  Holly nodded. “The game of our lives.”

  Liz nodded at her and smiled.

  Mike crouched and made an ugly face at the moles.

  “Let’s play ball!” yelled Jeff. “I mean—puck! I mean—moles!”

  The five friends drove hard down the street, slapping at the mole aliens wherever their twitching whiskers popped up!

  Thwang!—grok!

  Fwunk!—grok!

  Slappp!—grok!

  It was incredible to see. Up one street and down another, the five friends drove the moles back underground. Every time a mole head popped up—THWACK!—it got a hockey stick to the side of its furry head!

  “They like to swat their own heads,” cried Holly, dashing at another mole. “They ought to loooove this!”

  While all this was going on Zoll was stomping up and down in his big blue boots and getting madder by the minute. “I don’t like these people!” he growled at Exetor, who stood behind him holding a pile of Zoll’s pink lightning bolts. “Oh, give me some of those!”

  Zoll grabbed several bolts and starting heaving them at the five kids.

  ZAM! ZAM! ZAM! the bolts exploded.

  But Sean, Holly, Jeff, Mike, and Liz dodged them all and kept coming.

  “We’re kids!” shouted Sean.

  “Grover’s Mill kids!” cried Liz.

  “Earthlings!” yelled Jeff.

  “But—I AM ZOLL!” Zoll shrieked. Then his little mole chin began to quiver. “Oh, everyone to the ship! They don’t play fair! I wanna go home! Maybe it’s still snack time!”

  A few seconds later—VROOOOOOOM!

  Zoll’s cloud ship rose up from the roof of the pretty blue house and settled over Main Street. The street filled with fog.

  Zoll, and Exetor, and all the mole aliens disappeared into it.

  “Home! And make it snappy!” mighty Zoll screamed.

  A second later, the little cloud ship joined the big cloud ship. The big ship flashed red and shot swiftly over the mountains. Soon there was nothing but blue sky.

  It was sunny in every direction.

  A regular, normal Saturday afternoon.

  “Grover’s Mill, one,” said Jeff. “Mole aliens, zero!”

  Holly turned to Jeff. “So I guess maybe hockey is your game!”

  The kids laughed and turned toward Mike’s house.

  Suddenly—THONKA! THONKA!

  The swirling blades of a shiny black helicopter whizzed above them. Dust blew up everywhere. A figure in a military uniform jumped down from a ladder.

  “Hi, Mom!” yelled Jeff.

  Mrs. Ryan strode over and gave Jeff a tight smile. She held out two pairs of hockey skates. “Kids, I think you have something that doesn’t belong to you.”

  Jeff slumped his shoulders. He sat on the curb and pulled off the purple sneakers. Holly did the same.

  “These really are awesome sneaks, General,” said Holly.

  “General?” Mrs. Ryan looked startled. “You must mean general manager. Everyone knows I work in a shoe store!” But a moment later, she was climbing up the ladder to the chopper and heading back off into the hills.

  Jeff turned to Holly. “Hey, I gotta believe her.”

  “Excuse me, Jeff,” said Liz. “You still believe that whole shoe store thing? I mean, why?”

  “Why?” repeated Jeff. “Because I am I!”

  “No,” said Holly. “I am I!”

  “Uh-uh, I said it first!” Jeff protested.

  “Yeah, but still!” said Holly.

  Sean, Liz, and Mike gave their two friends a weird look as—

  Bong! the giant donut chimed.

  Sssss! the huge pancake pan hissed.

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  1

  If I Only Had a …

  By the time Mike Mazur saw the greasy french fry bag, it was already too late.

  Wump! Bump! Dump! Splat!

  “Owww!” Mike cried out as he tumbled down the school bus steps. He rolled onto the sidewalk in front of W. Reid Elementary School.

  Mike peeled the Jolly Meal french fry bag from the bottom of his sneaker and looked up. The bus driver was tossing another empty fry bag to the floor under his seat. With his mouth full, he gave Mike a shrug, closed the door, and roared off.

  “Thanks for the ride … I think!” Mike groaned. He limped up the school steps and through the main doors.

  At once, he felt a tingle of excitement. A giant banner rippled above the entrance to the gym.

  W. REID SCIENCE FAIR TODAY!

  WIN FIRST PRIZE!

  “I can see it all now!” Mike mumbled as he burst into the gym. “I win first prize, do lots of TV interviews, and become the most famous scientist in the world. Cool!”

 
Mike grinned and whispered into the lunch bag he was carrying, “And it’ll all be because of you.”

  Dozens of tables were set up on the gym floor. There were already lots of science projects lined up. Mike smiled as he walked past the other kids’ projects. Three-Sided Triangles. The Amazing Bottle of Air. Dirt + Water = Mud. None of the other projects seemed quite as brilliant as his.

  “Zoners,” he thought to himself. Zoners was the word his friends used to describe nearly everyone in Grover’s Mill. Mike was pretty new to town, but he had to agree that Grover’s Mill was definitely the Zone.

  The Weird Zone.

  The absolute center of intergalactic weirdness. A place where, if two things could happen, a weird thing and a regular thing, the weird thing would always happen.

  Mike set the bag on his table and whispered to himself, “And the first prize goes to …”

  “… Liz Duffey!” said a voice behind him.

  Mike turned on his heel just in time to see his friend Liz Duffey glide past him. Her long blonde hair floated in the air behind her.

  Mike glanced at her feet. Liz was riding on a skateboard. A tiny motor on the back was powering the wheels. Liz rode down one aisle and back up the next. She stopped in front of Mike’s table and hopped to the floor.

  “I’m going places on my project,” she said with a smile. “I call it—Motorboard!”

  “Nice work, Liz,” Mike said. “I’m glad you’re here. Because today will go down in history.”

  Mike opened his bag and stuck his hand in.

  “The history of weirdness,” said Liz. “I mean, did you look at these science projects? How Water Drips! See-Through Glass?” She shook her head. “Pretty zoney, Mike.”

  “At least you and I have good stuff,” Mike said. He grinned as he pulled out a red plastic box and set it on the table.

  “Wait,” said Liz. “Is that a radio? Mike, I hate to tell you. Radio has already been invented.”

  Mike snickered with delight. “Not just a radio.” He pulled out a dusty brown base-ball-sized potato from the bottom of his bag. “A potato-powered radio. I call it—Potadio!”

  Liz watched as Mike slowly pushed wires from the radio right into the potato. “The acid from the potato is changed into electricity,” he said. “It’s like nature’s battery. Cool, huh?”

  “Not bad,” said Liz, pulling a tissue from her pocket and blowing her nose. “Can you get hockey scores?”

  Mike shrugged. “So far it just picks up WYRD, the Grover’s Mill station. It’s kind of faint.”

  “Well, I probably won’t hear it,” mumbled Liz. “My cold has stuffed my ears.”

  The gym was starting to fill up. Mike saw Mrs. Carbonese taking surprise snap-shots for the yearbook. She wore a pink sweater and glasses on a string. Around her neck was a silver police whistle. She used it to get silence in her class.

  Principal Bell was walking from table to table with his hands on his hips. Miss Lieberman, the assistant principal, was right behind him. She was making notes about everything he said.

  “There’s Jeff,” Mike said to Liz, pointing to their friend Jeff Ryan as he set up his project.

  “Let’s see what he’s got,” said Liz. “By the way, I talked to Holly last night. She and Sean built some kind of secret project. I can’t wait to see it.”

  The two kids stepped over to Jeff’s table just as Principal Bell strolled by.

  “Ahem!” boomed the principal, reading the sign on Jeff’s table. “The Gizmo. Very good. Now, show us the magic of science! The wonder of invention! The terrific W. Reid spirit!”

  “Yes, sir!” Jeff smiled big and slipped a pair of goggles over his face. He tapped a button on the base of the Gizmo and cried out, “Stand back!”

  It was a good thing.

  Zzzzz! Krrrr! Nnnn-chunka-chunka!

  A sudden flash of prongs and nozzles and flippers screamed into action!

  Nnnnnnn! The ceiling lights hissed and sparked and flashed as the Gizmo jumped and jumbled across the table, growling and grinding.

  All the lights in the school dimmed and flickered. The machine was a blur of horrible noise!

  “What does it do?” Liz yelled over the sound.

  Jeff gave her a blank look. “Do?”

  Mike nodded. “Do. What does it do? To advance science?”

  Jeff shut off his machine and the lights came back up. He gave another blank look. “Do?”

  “Ahem!” said Mr. Bell, clearing his throat. “Very interesting. Next!” He and Miss Lieberman stepped over to another table.

  “I guess I don’t win anything,” Jeff sighed, pulling his goggles off and staring at the Gizmo.

  Mike patted him on the shoulder. “Only one person can win, Jeff. And I’ve got—Potadio.”

  “Actually, son,” Mr. Bell said, walking back over. “Your little radio doesn’t seem to work at all.”

  Mike raced over to the table. He flipped the on switch over and over. Nothing. Not a sound.

  Principal Bell put his hands on his hips and frowned at the radio. “I can see you and your vegetable need a moment. We’ll be back.”

  Liz leaned over to Mike. “Why don’t you just give that potato a good scrub? It’s filthy.”

  “Great idea,” said Mike. “Can’t have dirt on the invention of the century!” He unplugged Potadio and dashed down the hall and into the bathroom. He ran the potato under warm water.

  Lots of dirt washed off.

  Mike wondered whether the potato felt the warm water like he did. Did potatoes have feelings like people? It was alive, after all. Potatoes do grow.

  What are you washing me for?

  Mike chuckled to himself. Wouldn’t it be weird if the potato actually said that?

  “Hey, kid, I asked you a question. You planning to cook me, or what? Don’t eat me, pal.”

  Mike looked all around the room. It was empty. “Wait, who said that?”

  But at that moment—Ahhhhh!—a horrible, bloodcurdling scream pierced the bathroom!

  It was coming from the science fair!

  It was coming from Liz!

  2

  Sound Can Change the World

  Mike raced back to the science fair, clutching his damp potato. When he burst into the gym, he saw a huge metal machine smashing through the tables after Liz!

  On the front of the machine was a big hand attached to a long metal arm. A powerful spring was coiled under the arm.

  “Help!” Liz cried, as she fell against the bleachers. She kicked at the giant hand coming down at her. It moved closer and closer.

  Mike dived. With one quick move he pushed Liz out of the way just as the metal hand lunged.

  Errrrk! The machine stopped.

  Flonk! A small slit opened on the top of the machine and two faces appeared.

  Mike looked up at the faces. “Sean? Holly?”

  The faces smiled. “Cool project, huh?” shouted Holly Vickers. “It’s a catapult!”

  “Thanks a lot, friends!” Liz snarled. She got up and dusted herself off.

  Mr. Bell strode through the tables as Holly and her brother Sean popped out the top of the catapult and jumped down to the floor. “Ah, the glories of invention!” the principal boomed.

  “And all from spare parts,” said Holly.

  “It can hurl objects hundreds of feet in the air,” added Sean. He looked at Mike, who was still on the floor. “Let’s try it with the potato that Mike’s got.” Sean reached for Potadio.

  “No!” Mike cried. “That’s my project!”

  Sean raised his eyebrows. “Oh, sorry, Mike.” Then he grinned. “Enormous metal catapult versus dusty little potato. Hmm. I wonder who’ll win.”

  Mike glanced down at the small lump resting in his hand. Now that it was all clean, he noticed lots of scratches and scars all over it.

  The potato looked kind of sad.

  “Sorry, little spud,” Mike whispered. “I guess you don’t stand a chance against that big thing.”

 
“Dad thinks our project is so good,” said Sean, “he’s going to make a movie with it. He’s going to call it Scary Evil Robot Ghost Gremlins from Another Scary Dimension!”

  “Because plain old regular gremlins just aren’t scary enough,” said Holly, with a smile.

  Sean and Holly’s father was Todd Vickers, the not-so-famous movie director and owner of Humongous Horror Movie Studios. His movies were scary, but usually not very good.

  Suddenly, the doors of the gym flew open and in stepped a tall man. He had fluffy blond hair, a slim suit, and shiny black shoes.

  The crowd of kids and teachers grew hushed.

  “Who’s that?” whispered one kid.

  “Yeah, who?” whispered another.

  The blond man stepped slowly to the center of the gym, holding up a microphone.

  He squinted out across the crowd. He began to curl his lips into a wide grin. He raised an eyebrow slowly. Very slowly.

  “Storm,” he announced. “Rock Storm. That’s my name and hosting is my game! I’ve come all the way from WYRD Radio to host your science awards show!” Then he looked around. “Hey, everybody—how’s my hair?”

  “Ahem!” Principal Bell said, walking over from the other side of the gym and bending over the microphone. “We’re pleased to invite you to our display of junior scientific genius and—”

  “Sure, sure, school-head-guy,” Rock Storm broke in. “But let me do the announcing, okay?”

  Rock Storm began by stepping over to Mike’s table. Sean, Holly, and Jeff came over and stood next to Mike and Liz.

  “Hey, look at this,” said Rock, smirking down at the potato. “Is it lunchtime already? Ha-ha!”

  “Actually, sir,” Mike began, “these green sprouts here are called the eyes. And these wires convert the acid in the potato to electricity. I cleaned everything, so it should work now.”

  Mike inserted the final wire and flipped the switch on the transistor radio. The tiny round speaker sputtered. Little blue lines of electricity seemed to flash from the wires. The brown lump with green sprouty eyes wobbled on the table.

  “It’s gonna do it,” Mike cried out. “Everyone, prepare to hear radio!” The speaker hummed. It squealed.

  Eeeee! Everyone smacked their hands over their ears and winced at the high-pitched squeaking!