You asked for it, Jemima. Don’t blame me if you don’t like it! And if you EVER try to give me tetanus again, I’ll hang you upside down from the chimney until all the blood runs to your head and it BURSTS. Tetanus shots hurt, you know! So if only to save me from having to get another one…
Ha. I knew that’d make you talk! Hey… ow!
Serves you right. Anyway, I sneaked into Shelley’s place through the back door, and was able to pry open the way down to the basement with my crowbar. But there was another door at the bottom – sort of see-though, like it was made with plexiglass. I guess that’s what he was doing with the building materials – he was making a room. An air-tight room, for his new pets to live in!
I know it was airtight, because I could see all the oxygen being pumped into it. He wouldn’t need to do that if there was air in there already, surely? And the glass was all warm, so it must have been hot in there… and there was lots of green stuff.
Like slime?
If by slime you mean ferns, then yeah. Lots of potted plants.
Potted plants was what made you go all funny?! POTTED PLANTS??!!
Shut up. There was more than that. There were these… these things flying around. Like insects, a bit like mosquitoes, but bigger. Much bigger. As big as my arm!
So you went all babyish because of bugs? That’s pathetic, but I suppose it’s better than being scared of a maidenhair.
Would you shut up! I haven’t finished yet. Anyway, these things were making this strange buzzing noise, must have been the wings, so that’s what you heard from the outside of the house.
Still waiting for the scary bit.
Owww!
It’s your own fault. Just don’t throw up on me when I tell you. They were eating. There was this big table in the middle, with this massive lump of meat on it. It looked sort of gnawed, sucked, whatever. Once I saw what it was, I didn’t stay to see any more.
You see, there was fur on that meat. And a collar. With a big “C” on it!
Wait. That sounds like… like…
Yep. We killed the Mad Scientist’s dog. So he fed it to the new pets.
Ew. EW. EW!! But we saw him bury the doggie. D’you think he dug him up again?
I think I’m going to be sick.
Waste not, want not, I reckon. It had to be cheaper than a side of beef. Don’t you be sick on me, you horrible brat!
