6 The Incredible Shrinking Slime

THE INCREDIBLE SHRINKING SLIME

"AARGH!" Stink bolted awake from his nightmare. His heart was pounding. His neck was sweating. At least he was alive. Phew. He hadn't gotten Frankenslimed in his sleep. Stink tiptoed across the hall to his room. He put his ear up to the door. "Hear anything, Stinkerbell?" asked Judy, coming up behind him.

Stink shook his head no. "You try," he told Judy. She put her ear to the door. "Hear any slurping sounds? Sucking sounds? Swallowing sounds?" "Nothing," said Judy. "Slurp factor zero. All quiet on the glob front."

"What if it's quiet because everything in my whole room is eaten?" said Stink. "Poor Toady. And Astro." "You mean you left your pets in there?" asked Judy. "Hey, I was busy trying to save myself," said Stink. Judy put her hand on the knob. "You're going to have to go in there sometime," she said. "Wait." Stink came back wearing a rain slicker and rubber boots. He put on goggles. "This is my hazmat suit." He held the inside of his elbow over his mouth. "I'm going in."

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Slowly, Stink opened the door a crack. Creeeeak! "P.U. What's that smell?" Judy asked, waving a hand in front of her nose. "Told you," said Stink, shutting the door. "My room is slimed. Blobbed. Globbed. That smell is radioactive cheese dust that ballooned up into a mushroom cloud of stink." "Just open the door, Stink." Judy pinched her nose shut. Stink opened the door at last. The room was not slimed. The room was not filled with radioactive cheese dust. Judy looked around. "I think you're safe, Stink. The awful smell is just boy feet," she said, pointing to Stink's sneakers. Stink rushed over to Mr. McGoo. Something was wrong. Way wrong. Mr. McGoo looked pale. Mr. McGoo looked sickly. Mr. McGoo looked like a hundred-year-old shrunken head. "He looks like a Shrinky Dink!" cried Stink. "The incredible shrinking slime," said Judy.