9 Flaming Eyeballs

CHAPTER 9 FLAMING EYEBALLS 'FLAMING EYEBALLS!' yelled Terry. 'You were right, Andy—they're burning up!'

'Those poor eyeballs,' said Jill. 'Are you kidding?' I said. 'Those poor eyeballs were happy to see us fight each other to the death just for their amusement.' 'I know,' said Jill. 'But I don't like seeing any living creatures suffer—no matter how mean they are.'

'That worked out pretty well,' said Terry after the last of the eyeballs had flamed out of view. 'We defeated the giant flying eyeballs, and have put an end to their intergalactic death battles forever. The aliens of the universe can now live in peace, free from the fear of being abducted by eyeballs, and it's all thanks to us!' 'There's just one small problem,' said Jill, wiping sweat from her brow. 'Well, one big problem, really. We seem to be getting awfully close to the sun ourselves. Are you sure your calculations are correct, Andy?'

'Of course I am,' I said. 'But you can check them if you want.' Terry took the page from my hand and examined it. 'These aren't calculations,' he said. 'It's just scribble!'

'No, it's not,' I said. 'It just seems like that to you because you don't understand astrology. My calculations are far beyond your comprehension.' 'No, they're not,' said Terry. 'Yes, they are,' I said. 'They're NOT!' 'They ARE!' 'NOT!' 'ARE!' 'NOT!' 'ARE!' As you can see, I was easily winning the argument— well, that was until we got so close to the sun that the page of calculations started smoking and then caught fire in Terry's hand. 'Ouch!' he said as he dropped it and stamped out the flames. 'It's getting really hot!' said Jill. 'I feel like I'm

melting—in fact, I think I am melting!' 'Me too,' said Terry. 'My legs have gone all soft.' I was starting to melt, too. I mean, it was hot! And when I say 'it was hot', I mean it was REALLY hot. And when I say 'it was REALLY hot', I mean it was REALLY REALLY hot! But just when we thought we couldn't take it any more, we didn't have to…