R.L. Stine 5 страница

The Masked Mutant was gone forever.

“Skipper, you are a clever guy!” I shouted out loud. I was so happy, I did a little dance on the thick carpet.

I couldn’t believe The Masked Mutant had believed that I was Elastic Boy. I’d made that name up. I’ve never heard of any Elastic Boy!

But he fell for it. And now the evil supervillain is gone! I thought happily.

And I am alive! Alive!

I couldn’t wait to get home and see my family again. The bus ride seemed to take hours.

Finally, I was running up my front lawn. Into the house through the front door.

I immediately saw a brown envelope lying on the mail table. The new issue of The Masked Mutant.

Who needs it? I asked myself.

I ignored it and hurried to say hi to my parents. I was so glad to be home, I was even happy to see Mitzi. “Mitzi—how about a game of Frisbee?” I asked.

“Huh?” She gaped at me in shock. I never want to play anything with my little sister.

But, today, I just wanted to be happy and celebrate being alive.

Mitzi and I hurried out to the back yard. We threw a Frisbee around for about half an hour. We had a great time.

“How about a snack?” I asked her.

“Yeah. I’m starving,” she replied. “Mom left some chocolate cake on the counter.”

Chocolate cake sounded just right.

Humming happily to myself, I trotted into the kitchen. I pulled down two plates from the cabinet. Then I found the big cake knife in the drawer.

“Don’t make your slice bigger than mine!” Mitzi warned, watching me carefully as I prepared to cut the cake.

“Mitzi, I promise I won’t cheat you,” I said sweetly. I was in such a good mood, even Mitzi couldn’t get me upset.

“This looks like awesome chocolate cake!” I exclaimed.

I slid the big knife over the cake.

It slipped.

“Ow!” I cried out as the knife blade cut the back of my hand.

I raised my hand and stared down at the cut. “Hey!” I uttered in surprise.

What was trickling out from the cut?

Not blood.

It was red, blue, yellow, and black.

INK!

“Cool!” Mitzi cried.

“Where’s that new Masked Mutant comic?” I asked. I suddenly had the feeling that my comic book career wasn’t over!

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