3 Fire!

CHAPTER 3 FIRE! 'Hi, Andy,' said Terry. 'What's the matter?' 'That fly!' I said. 'That's what! I'm trying to get ideas for the next book but I can't because it keeps buzzing around my head and distracting me.'

'Have you tried swatting it?' said Terry. 'Yes,' I said. 'Of course I've tried swatting it!' 'Have you tried super-swatting it?' 'Yes!' 'What about spraying it?' 'YES!' I said. 'I've tried everything, even blasting it with the fly cannon—but it didn't work. Nothing worked!'

'Maybe I can help,' said Terry. 'I could use my laser eyes!' 'Since when do you have laser eyes?' I said. 'Since this morning—when I invented them,' he said. 'Look, I'll show you.' Terry took a deep breath, focused on the fly and shot laser beams at it—right out of his eyes!

The fly darted out of the way. Terry took another deep breath and fired again… and again… and again…

and again.

Terry's laser beams were hitting everything—except for the fly, that is—and everything they hit burst into flames. 'Terry!' I yelled. 'Stop! You're setting the treehouse on fire!' 'Oops,' said Terry.