‘We have to keep trying,’ said Amelia. ‘We still haven’t tried the Yeti Mountain Pits, or the Post-Bat Depot… or the Scary Suburbs.’
‘I’M TIRED OF SELLING COOKIES,’ said Florence. ‘CAN’T WE CARRY ON TOMORROW?’
‘But we won’t win if we don’t hurry,’ Amelia urged. ‘We have to beat Frankie! And remember, we get a trip to the Pumpkin Paradise Park if we do win!’
This time I decided to pick a % myself, and I thought 66% would be nice!
A cry of bewildered pain came from the swamp monster. Blood and fury. The Others had escaped. Now the creature stood – raging, crazed, furious- inside the bedroom of Chance and Lance LaRue. Comic books scattered on the floor. Posters of Dallas Cowboys on the walls.