out as he landed on his back in a thick
slime puddle. “They’re totally fierce now!”
Kermit is right, Evan realized. There’s nothing cute about these creatures
now. They are ferocious—and deadly.
POP! POP!
And there are more of them every second!
Evan ducked away from another attacking creature. He reached both hands out
and pulled Kermit to his feet.
“They’re all getting away!” Evan declared.
“Maybe we should let them!” Kermit declared.
Evan glared at his cousin. “Do you want to be responsible for wrecking the
whole town? OWWWW!” He cried out as a hairy blob bit into his ankle.
Evan kicked the creature away.
Kermit shook his head. “They drank up all my hair-growing formula. I’ll never
be able to mix it right again.”
We were going to use it for my revenge against Conan, Evan thought bitterly.
Well… forget that idea.
“We don’t have time to worry about your hair formula,” Evan told his cousin.
POP!
Another wave of slime slapped the bathroom wall.
“If they keep multiplying and multiplying,” Evan said, “they could outnumber the people in this town. They could drink up
the whole water supply. Drain all the flowers and plants. They could keep
spreading and spreading—and drink up the entire country!”
Kermit gulped. “And it would be all my fault. I opened the can.”
The growls and snarls and chomps of jagged teeth were deafening. Hairy blue
creatures bounced out the window, up the steps, all around the basement.
“We have to get rid of them somehow,” Evan moaned. “No. We can’t just get rid
of them. We have to kill them!”
“Oh, wow,” Kermit muttered. Then his expression brightened. “I have an idea!”
he declared.
21
“My electric fence!” he cried. “If we can herd them to the backyard, we can
zap them with the electricity. Maybe it will dry them up!”
“Hey—!” Evan exclaimed. “Maybe it will. It’s worth a try.” Then he
hesitated. “How do we get them to the backyard?”
Kermit shrugged.
POP! Another blob exploded into two.
Evan covered his ears to block out the angry growls and roars. He glanced
frantically around the basement. And spotted several brooms and mops leaning
against the wall near the laundry room.
“Come on—let’s round them up!” he told Kermit.
He grabbed a broom and handed another one to his cousin. The two of them
began swinging the brooms, batting the hairy blobs, poking them, moving them
out.
The creatures squealed in protest. But their balloonlike shape made them easy to bat and shove along.
It seemed to Evan to take hours. By the time they herded the last of the
stragglers into the backyard, his arms ached and his sweatshirt was drenched
with sweat.
“What’s going on? What on earth are you doing?” Andy came running across the
yard. She wore bright green leggings and a purple sweater. She goggled as she
saw how many bouncing blobs the boys were herding.
“Yuck!” she groaned. “They’re all hairy! Sick!”
“They’re out of control!” Kermit declared. “And it’s all my fault!”
Weird, Evan thought. Kermit never takes the blame for anything. Maybe he’s
growing up.
“That’s why I came up with a brilliant plan to kill them!” Kermit declared.
Same old Kermit, Evan thought.
“We’re going to zap them,” Evan told Andy breathlessly. “On the invisible
fence!”
“You’re going to shock them to death?” she cried, staring at the bouncing,
growling monsters.
“It’s worth a try,” Evan gasped. He slapped a blob into line with a swing of
his broom. The black hair over its body stiffened and stood straight up. It
tried to bite the broom handle. But Evan slapped it away with another swing.
“Get ready!” Kermit cried. He swung his broom back and forth, frantically trying to keep the angry creatures in line.
“Okay! Push them! Push them forward—into the invisible fence!”
Evan swung his broom hard.
The blobs bounced forward, squealing and
slime puddle. “They’re totally fierce now!”
Kermit is right, Evan realized. There’s nothing cute about these creatures
now. They are ferocious—and deadly.
POP! POP!
And there are more of them every second!
Evan ducked away from another attacking creature. He reached both hands out
and pulled Kermit to his feet.
“They’re all getting away!” Evan declared.
“Maybe we should let them!” Kermit declared.
Evan glared at his cousin. “Do you want to be responsible for wrecking the
whole town? OWWWW!” He cried out as a hairy blob bit into his ankle.
Evan kicked the creature away.
Kermit shook his head. “They drank up all my hair-growing formula. I’ll never
be able to mix it right again.”
We were going to use it for my revenge against Conan, Evan thought bitterly.
Well… forget that idea.
“We don’t have time to worry about your hair formula,” Evan told his cousin.
POP!
Another wave of slime slapped the bathroom wall.
“If they keep multiplying and multiplying,” Evan said, “they could outnumber the people in this town. They could drink up
the whole water supply. Drain all the flowers and plants. They could keep
spreading and spreading—and drink up the entire country!”
Kermit gulped. “And it would be all my fault. I opened the can.”
The growls and snarls and chomps of jagged teeth were deafening. Hairy blue
creatures bounced out the window, up the steps, all around the basement.
“We have to get rid of them somehow,” Evan moaned. “No. We can’t just get rid
of them. We have to kill them!”
“Oh, wow,” Kermit muttered. Then his expression brightened. “I have an idea!”
he declared.
21
“My electric fence!” he cried. “If we can herd them to the backyard, we can
zap them with the electricity. Maybe it will dry them up!”
“Hey—!” Evan exclaimed. “Maybe it will. It’s worth a try.” Then he
hesitated. “How do we get them to the backyard?”
Kermit shrugged.
POP! Another blob exploded into two.
Evan covered his ears to block out the angry growls and roars. He glanced
frantically around the basement. And spotted several brooms and mops leaning
against the wall near the laundry room.
“Come on—let’s round them up!” he told Kermit.
He grabbed a broom and handed another one to his cousin. The two of them
began swinging the brooms, batting the hairy blobs, poking them, moving them
out.
The creatures squealed in protest. But their balloonlike shape made them easy to bat and shove along.
It seemed to Evan to take hours. By the time they herded the last of the
stragglers into the backyard, his arms ached and his sweatshirt was drenched
with sweat.
“What’s going on? What on earth are you doing?” Andy came running across the
yard. She wore bright green leggings and a purple sweater. She goggled as she
saw how many bouncing blobs the boys were herding.
“Yuck!” she groaned. “They’re all hairy! Sick!”
“They’re out of control!” Kermit declared. “And it’s all my fault!”
Weird, Evan thought. Kermit never takes the blame for anything. Maybe he’s
growing up.
“That’s why I came up with a brilliant plan to kill them!” Kermit declared.
Same old Kermit, Evan thought.
“We’re going to zap them,” Evan told Andy breathlessly. “On the invisible
fence!”
“You’re going to shock them to death?” she cried, staring at the bouncing,
growling monsters.
“It’s worth a try,” Evan gasped. He slapped a blob into line with a swing of
his broom. The black hair over its body stiffened and stood straight up. It
tried to bite the broom handle. But Evan slapped it away with another swing.
“Get ready!” Kermit cried. He swung his broom back and forth, frantically trying to keep the angry creatures in line.
“Okay! Push them! Push them forward—into the invisible fence!”
Evan swung his broom hard.
The blobs bounced forward, squealing and
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