7 McGoo Two

IT'S BAAAAACK! MCGOO TWO BE READY TO BE SLIMED... AGAIN

Over the next few days, Mr. McGoo grew by lumps and bounds, faster than ever. Warp speed! Stink built a maze out of Snappos. By the next afternoon, Mr. McGoo had slimed his way through the whole entire maze. Stink showed his friends. "Slime molds find the shortest route through a maze. It's a scientific fact. No lie." Even Webster and Sophie of the Elves, his antislime friends, had to admit it was way cool. "Good boy," Stink cooed to Mr. McGoo. "Who says you don't have a brain?" "We still think it's weird to talk baby talk to slime," said Webster. "We still think we'd like your new pet better if it was a sugar glider," said Sophie. Mr. McGoo slimed the oat flakes that Stink fed him. He slimed the grains of rice. He slimed the macaroni elbow. Spores must have landed all over the place, because slime mold was growing on everything. On the desk where sticky maple syrup had dripped from Judy's pancake. Up and down Astro's guinea

pig tunnel. On top of Stink's math book. Mr. McGoo had taken over all of Africa on the globe. Not to mention Asia and part of Antarctica. He even slimed the juice box Stink left on his desk. One day it looked like a box of juice. The next day it looked like brains.

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Mom and Dad did N-O-T want mold growing in the house. They insisted that Stink move Mr. McGoo outside. He looked around for just the right spot: someplace warm and damp with room to grow. The kiddie swimming pool! Perfect. Stink scrubbed out all the yucky leaves and gunk. He set his slime mold in the bottom of the now-clean pool. Next he covered the pool with

an old tablecloth, like a blanket. Then Stink wrapped a real blanket around himself, took out his flashlight, sat in a lawn chair, and started reading a book to Mr. McGoo. "All day long he hears squish squash moo..." "Stink!" Judy called from the back door. "Dad says you have to come inside now." "But I'm camping out," said Stink. "I'm having a sleepover with Mr. McGoo. I mean a slimeover."