4 Close Encounters of the Spider Kind

Close encounters of the spider kind.

The itsy-bitsy spider climbed up the waterspout... But the spider was NOT itsy-bitsy. The spider was not teensy-weensy. It was biggy-wiggy. Fangy-wangy. Hairy-scary! Freaky-deaky! The monster-sized spider was all leggy. It inched its way down from the ceiling on a single silk thread. It hung right above... Stink's mouth! Open wide and say "Ahh!" Stink's mouth was open. Wide open. Stink's mouth was stuck! H-EL- P! He could not get his mouth to close.

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Yikes! Stink E. Moody ate a spider! A biggywiggy, all-leggy monster spider. Stink woke up. He threw off the covers. Spiders were creepy-crawling all over him! Stink squirmed. Stink itched. Stink scratched his spider bites. Wait just a creepy-crawly second! Stink looked at both of his arms. Stink checked his legs. Stink lifted up his pajama top. Phew! There weren't any real spiders on him. He didn't really eat a monster spider. It had all been a dream. A bad dream. A nightmare. A spider-mare! Stink could no way, no how fall asleep now. There was a tree right outside his window. What if that pink-toed hairy beastie threw out some silk and swung from that tree and parachuted over to Stink's window and squeezed through a crack right into Stink's room and crawled into his racecar bed? Stink hopped out of bed. He locked the window. He pulled the curtains shut. The house was quiet. Clock-ticking quiet. Stink got rid of all things spider.

He hid his spider ring in his desk drawer. He turned his Spiderman sleeping bag inside out. He put the Big Head Book of Spiders back inside his Shark Attack game. The spider plant by the window would have to live in the closet for tonight. At last, his room was spider-free. Stink crawled back into bed. He hugged his stuffed yeti and hunkered under the covers, all

snug in his bed. But visions of fangs and spinnerets still danced in his head. Next thing he knew, Stink was being attacked by a goliath bird-eating tarantula named Blondie. "I'm going to eat you alive, Shrimp!" said the tarantula. "Not if I can help it, Blondie!" Blondie rubbed her hind legs and made a hissing noise that sounded like pulling apart Velcro. The spider released a cloud of prickly hairs. "Take that, Porcupine," said Blondie. Stink headed her off— Zing! Zing! Zing!— with his pool noodle. "You'll not make Swiss cheese out of me, Blondie." Blondie was just about to take a bite when...