30 Evil Elvis Unmasked

Chapter 30 EVIL ELVIS UNMASKED "I love an eternal flame," Evil Elvis said. "Don't you?" "Ahhhhhhhhh!" Pep fell back as if she had been hit by a strong gust of wind. There was nowhere to run. There were two Elvises on either side of them, and they weren't crying anymore. They had their arms crossed, and they were glowering. "Be ready to throw the Frisbee grenade," Coke whispered to Pep. "This is our chance to get rid of him once and for all." "I've got to hand it to you kids," Evil Elvis said. "I never thought you would make it out of the World of Coke alive. And after you did, I was sure the G-Force Accelerator would be the

end of you. But here you are. You know what? You've got spunk." Coke was about to say something, but Evil Elvis wasn't done. "I hate spunk," he added. Pep fingered the Frisbee grenade, pushing on the power button. She was waiting for the perfect moment to fling it and hoping that her aim would be true. "Why do you hate us so much?" Coke asked. "We never did anything to you." But Evil Elvis wasn't in the mood to answer questions. He had his own agenda. "It's such a shame that Elvis Presley had to die so young," he said. "The same will be said about you two." Coke looked left and right, searching for an escape path in case Pep missed with the Frisbee grenade, or if it failed to detonate. Pep tightened her grip on the Frisbee. "Who are you, really?" Coke asked. "Why don't you take off that silly mask and show your

face?" "We all wear a mask, don't we?" said Evil Elvis. "You pretend to be a couple of sweet, innocent kids on vacation with your parents. But you're cold-blooded killers. That's what you are. You killed Archie Clone in Washington, and you nearly killed Dr. Warsaw in Wisconsin." That voice! Coke had heard it before and tried to place it. It sounded strange, like Evil Elvis was trying to disguise his real voice. "What are you going to do to us here?" Coke asked. "Stomp us to death with your blue suede shoes?" Evil Elvis laughed. "No, you would only find some way to escape," he replied. "I'm tired of playing games with you. I have a simpler idea. Do you know what Elvis used to do when he didn't like what was on TV?" "Change the channel?" Coke guessed. "No," said Evil Elvis. "He would shoot the screen."

With that, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pistol. "Now, Pep!" Coke shouted. Pep quickly jumped into position, brought back her arm, and whipped the Frisbee hard at Evil Elvis. The Frisbee hit him on the wrist and ricocheted off, landing in the swimming pool behind him. The gun fell out of his hand and went off when it hit the ground. "You little punks!" shouted Evil Elvis. "Run!" Coke shouted. "Get them!" There was a driveway next to the meditation garden that went alongside Graceland and out to the street. Coke and Pep took off in that direction, pursued by Evil Elvis and four other Elvis impersonators. "Where are we going?" Pep yelled. "I don't know!" Coke yelled back. "Follow me!" When they made it around to the front of the mansion, they had about five steps on the

closest Elvis impersonator. A shuttle bus was waiting to take visitors back across the street. But the twins didn't get on it. With Coke running in front, they dashed across the huge lawn, out the gate, and into Elvis Presley Boulevard. It's a wide street with four lanes of traffic, and cars were whizzing by in both directions. Grabbing his sister's hand, Coke ran out into the street anyway. A blue Toyota swerved out of the way at the last instant and avoided hitting them by inches. There was honking and cursing from the drivers. "Watch out!" "What are you kids, nuts?" Coke and Pep dodged three more cars, almost getting run over several times. One of the cars screeched to a halt and got rear-ended by the truck right behind it. That provided a screen to slow down the Elvises, who were already huffing and puffing. Coke and Pep made it to the other side of the street unscathed.

"Come on!" Coke said to his sister. "We can hide in the RV!" Pep turned around for a moment to look behind. The Elvises were still trying to cross the street. The twins ran past several souvenir stores, around the back of the Heartbreak Hotel, and into the campground behind it. It took them a minute or two to find their RV among the dozens of them parked out there, many of them looking identical. Coke yanked open the side door, thankful that their parents usually forgot to lock it, and climbed inside. Pep slammed the door behind them. They got down on the floor so they couldn't be seen through any windows. They were breathing heavily and sweating, their hearts pounding. "You were supposed to—" "Shhhhhhhhh!" Pep warned her brother. "He might hear us!"