12 Your Stomach Is Bothering Me

CHAPTER TWELVE YOUR STOMACH IS BOTHERING ME The contents of Igor's stomach were truly a disgusting spectacle to behold. As Franny floated around on a wad of doughnut, she saw grapes, pizza chunks, and bites of hot dog churning around in a sea of partially digested gunk. Stalactites of dog food dripped gravy onto the bits of chew toy and clumps of hair that bobbed around in the swirling currents of gobbled-up food.

Franny could see all sorts of odd things that Igor had swallowed, including what was probably part of a shoelace, and the tiny foot off a plastic doll. She couldn't see the Doomsday Device anywhere. She thought it might be below the surface. "Last one in is a rotten egg," she said, just as a rotten egg floated past. She checked her watch again and jumped in.