16 Here, Let Me Give You a Hand

CHAPTER SIXTEEN HERE, LET ME GIVE YOU A HAND Crash! The robot smashed Franny with its giant hand. Erin, Lawrence, and Phil heard it and rushed into the library. "We'll save you, Franny!" they shouted. They folded their arms just like they had seen Franny do. "It's mad science time," they said.

The robot swung at Franny again. She tried to dodge, but it caught her hard. SMASH! "Uh, got some mad science coming right up," the kids said, looking at each other helplessly. The robot's hand came down with another mighty crash. BASH! Franny didn't think she could last much longer.

Then Franny did what she did best. She thought, and she thought fast. "Maybe, maybe a mad scientist is exactly what we don't need," she said. SMASH! She took another powerful slam from the robot's hand.

She looked over at her friends, and then it suddenly came to her. Franny knew exactly what they needed. "What we need is a philatelist!" she yelled. "A what?" Erin shouted back.

"A philatelist is a stamp collector," Phil said. "Like me." "Phil!" Franny yelled. "The eyes!" Phil knew exactly what Franny meant. A pair of stamps would cover the robot's little square eyes perfectly. Phil pulled out a pair of stamps from his pocket and with a lick and a slap, had them across the robot's eyes.

Now blinded, the robot missed Franny entirely. And its metal hands were too big and clumsy to remove the stamps.