1 A NICE, WORM BREAKFAST

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CHAPTER 1 A NICE, WORM BREAKFAST Look out, AI. Here comes a monster!" "Where?!" cried Alexander. A week ago he would have thought his dad was joking. But now, after moving to Stermont, he couldn't be sure. This town was packed with monsters. "RARRR!" Alexander's dad said, handing him a plate. "A breakfast monster!"

Alexander sighed. "Sorry there's no mouth on this breakfast monster, but I didn't have any bacon," said Alexander's dad. "Now chow down! I have to fetch the newspaper before it floats away!" Alexander glanced out the window. It was pouring. CLACK. As soon as Alexander heard the front door close, he pulled a beat-up notebook out of his backpack. The old notebook had a creepy-looking skull and the initials S.S.M.P. on the cover. Alexander had been studying this notebook ever since he'd found it. The book was full of drawings and facts about monsters.

Alexander wasn't sure who had started the notebook, but last week he'd written his own entry after defeating an army of balloon goons. Alexander could still hardly believe that the dancing, wiggling, arm-waving balloons were actually monsters! Alexander snapped the book shut as his dad came back in, sopping wet. His dad tossed a soggy newspaper onto the table. PLOP! Drops of water splashed onto Alexander's plate, along with something long, pink, and wiggly. "Yuck a worm!" Alexander yelled.

"It's just a night crawler," said Alexander's dad. Alexander put his fork down. "I think I'm full now," he said. Alexander stuffed the notebook into his backpack. "I should get to school," he said. "I'm walking with Rip." At first, Alexander had thought Rip was a bully. But now they were friends. "Okay, AI. Stay dry!" His dad mussed his hair. Alexander opened the front door. The storm clouds made everything seem gray—except for the ground. The ground was sort of pinkish. As Alexander stepped out onto the front porch, he could see why.

Everywhere he looked his yard, his driveway, the sidewalk little pink night crawlers were wriggling. Thousands of them. "Ugh," said Alexander. The only thing squirming more than the worms was his stomach. He opened his umbrella and headed out.