14 But You Can Stop One with a Little Screwdriver

CHAPTER FOURTEEN BUT YOU CAN STOP ONE WITH A LITTLE SCREWDRIVER Franny smiled confidently. She hadn't expected the gum, hut everything else was going according to plan. "All have to do now is slip this teeny little screwdriver into this great big screw and then I can open the bomb and turn it off.

"Great big screw? Teeny little screwdriver?" Franny gasped. "Gadzooks! I miscalculated! The screwdriver is too small to open this screw. I can't get the device open before it explodes!" Franny looked around Igor's stomach. "If only there were something in here I could use." But Igor hadn't swallowed a screwdriver. Yet. "The walkie-talkie!" Franny said. "I'll just tell Igor to swallow a screwdriver!"

She looked at her watch again. "But I've got to hurry. We're running out of time!" Franny pushed the button on the walkie-talkie. "Igor! Can you hear me? Igor." She looked at the small screen on her wrist. Igor was not responding. He just kept staring at the television. "Igor! Can you hear me?"

Franny looked at the tiny screwdriver again and she realized the second miscalculation she had made. "My mouth, my vocal chords, my voice! They all got smaller. Of course Igor can't hear me. My teensy voice is just too soft now!" Franny sat down on a lump of what may have once been a pancake—gooey, yes, but actually kind of comfy.

"Let's see now. Trapped in dog stomach. No way to radio for help. Bomb going off any minute. Even if Igor were to lie down on his own, I still could never roll the bomb out in time. "Think, Franny, think."

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