5 Frankenslime

OOZING WITH FEAR! FRANKENSLIME

Stink could not sleep three winks. Not two winks. Not one wink. It was the Glob all over again. Ever since the Cheese Sneeze Incident of 1500 hours, Mr. McGoo had been acting strange. Mr. McGoo was trying to take over the globe. The world! Stink tried to sleep, but he kept thinking he felt something slippery and slimy crawling up his leg, his arm, wrapping around his throat. He tried

counting sheep, but all he could see behind his eyelids were globs. Slimy, slime-mold globs. What if his pet had turned into Frankenslime? A freak. A monster! Stink grabbed his shark sleeping bag by its teeth. He tiptoed out and shut the door to his room behind him. He hightailed it over to Judy's room. Judy was stretched out on her top bunk, folding gum wrappers to add to her gum-wrapper chain. "Can I camp out in here tonight?" Stink asked Judy. "Is it the Glob?" Judy asked. Stink nodded. "You can have the bottom bunk," she said. Stink frowned. "It's too close to the ground. Slime mold could climb right up and slime me in my sleep." "I thought Mr. McGoo was your pet," said Judy. "He is. Was. Until Rotten Riley went and sneezed radioactive disodium electric orange cheese dust on him and he morphed into... Frankenslime." Stink checked under the bottom bunk. "There's already something green and blobby under the bed!"

"That's just my finger-knitting ball. I used glow-in-the-dark yarn." "Okay." Stink climbed onto the bottom bunk and slipped into his sleeping bag for protection. Judy turned off the overhead light but flicked on her flashlight pen so she could read. Stink tried to close his eyes, but they blinked open in the shadowy dark. "Do you hear something?" he asked. "Nope. But I'd like to hear you snoring. Go to sleep, Stink." "But what if that is the homework-eating sound of Frankenslime? He could be eating my math problems right now." "That was just me, turning the pages of my book."

"What if that sound is Frankenslime munching on my smelly sneakers?" "Trust me, Stink. Nobody would be brave enough to go near those. Not even a Glob monster." "What if that sound is the munch and crunch of Frankenslime devouring my race-car bed right this very minute? Then when he's done, he comes after me—" "That was just me, chewing gum." "Oh." "It's eleven o'clock," Judy teased. "Do you know where your slime mold is?" "Not funny. Frankenslime could ooze right across the hall and under your door and..." Stink hopped out of bed. "Stink! Where are you going?" Judy asked. He padded down the hall to the bathroom, shining his flashlight left and right into every dark corner. His heart thumped out of his chest as he passed his room. He tore off the lid of the hamper, grabbed a T-shirt, and raced back to Judy's room.

"Stink? What are you wearing?" "Dad's T-shirt," said Stink. "You risked your life so you could wear a sweaty old T-shirt that says 'Minnesota Is for Loons'? You must be loony tunes, Stink." "Don't you get it? This will disguise my smell. Frankenslime won't know it's me. He'll think it's Dad and leave me alone." Stink got back into bed. "Hey, why not spray on some of Mom's perfume, too, while you're at it?" "Good idea," said Stink.