Monster Blood IV (6 page)

Finally, all of the grunting, growling creatures were caught. Evan helped Kermit and Andy tie up the bulging trash bags.

“Now what?” Andy demanded.

Evan blinked as a bright yellow light flashed on.

Another light.

The lawn shimmered green, nearly as bright as day. The colors all came into
focus.

Evan spun toward the house. The porch light had been turned on. And all the
lights around the yard.

“It’s Mom!” Kermit gasped. “We’re caught!”

Evan could see Aunt Dee in the kitchen, moving to the back door. “Quick—don’t let her see! Hide the trash bags!” he cried.

“But where?” Kermit demanded.

“Just hide them!” Evan ordered.

Kermit and Andy grabbed up their bulging trash bags. Kermit led the way
around the side of the house. “We’ll drag them to the basement,” he said. “I’ll
lock them in a storage closet or something. We can figure out what to do with
them in the morning.”

The back door swung open, and Aunt Dee stepped out onto the back stoop. She
tightened her bathrobe belt and squinted around the yard.

“My garden!” she shrieked in horror, raising her hands to her face.

And then her eyes stopped on Evan.

“Huh?” she gasped. “Evan—what on earth are you doing out at this time of
night?”

“Well…”

Evan’s mind raced. He knew there was
no way
he could come up with a
good explanation.

“My flowers—!” Aunt Dee cried.

“I… uh… I heard someone out here,” Evan started. “But…”

I’m a terrible liar, he told himself. I’d better not even try to make up a
story.

“Get in the house—this instant!” his aunt growled. “I’m going to have a
long talk with your parents when they get back. I’m very disappointed in you,
Evan. Very disappointed.”

“Sorry,” Evan gulped. He obediently slunk into the house.

Aunt Dee was talking angrily, scolding him, asking him what he was doing
outside.

But he didn’t hear her. He was thinking about the two bulging, throbbing bags
of blue Monster Blood creatures in the basement.

We’ll get rid of them in the morning, he told himself. Then everything will
be okay. Right?

Right?

Right. He answered his own question.

Aunt Dee scolded Evan for a few minutes more. Kermit was already tucked into
bed when Evan finally entered the darkened bedroom.

Evan stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. “Did you lock up
the bags somewhere?” he whispered.

“No problem,” Kermit replied sleepily. He yawned. “All safe and sound.”

Evan got undressed quickly, letting his clothes fall to the floor. He began
to feel sleepy too. The battle against the blue blobs had worn him out.

He sighed.

Tomorrow will be better, he thought. I’ll be able to think more clearly in
the morning. I’ll figure out a way to get rid of all the Monster Blood
creatures.

He pulled the covers down a few inches and slid into the foldout bed. He
settled in. Rested his head on the pillow.

Then he felt the cold, wet creature on his back.

And he started to scream.

The dampness spread over the back of Evan’s pajamas. The cold chilled him
until his skin prickled.

He leaped up. Whirled around. Let out another cry as the lights flashed on.

He stared down at a wet washcloth on his sheet.

And heard Kermit’s high-pitched giggle.

“Kermit—you jerk!” Evan cried.

His cousin stood by the light switch, shaking with laughter.

“Kermit—do you really think this was the best time to play such a mean
joke?” Evan demanded, his heart still pounding.

Kermit shrugged. “Guess not.” Then he started giggling all over again.

Evan angrily grabbed up the cold, wet washcloth and heaved it at his cousin.
“Let’s get some sleep,” he growled. “We have a lot to do tomorrow. And it’s no
joke.”

* * *

Evan dreamed about blue balloons. There were dozens of them in the dream, and
they grew bigger and bigger.

The balloons floated above him, their long strings hanging down. Evan tried
to capture the balloons by grabbing the strings.

But as he held on, the strings turned into wriggling snakes.

Evan tried to let go, but the snakes wrapped around his hands. And the huge
blue balloons lifted him off the ground and carried him higher and higher—until they popped.

And he woke up.

Morning sunlight washed into the bedroom. Evan felt tired and shaky, as if he
hadn’t slept at all. He glanced across the room at his cousin.

Kermit had kicked all his blankets off onto the floor. He slept at the foot
of his bed, twisted like a pretzel.

He probably had bad dreams too, Evan thought.

He spotted the wet washcloth on the floor.

Good!
Evan said to himself. Kermit
deserves
bad dreams!

But as he pulled on jeans and a sweatshirt, a heavy feeling of dread swept
over Evan.

The Monster Blood creatures. They were down in the basement. Waiting.

How can we get rid of them? Evan asked himself. Should we tell Aunt Dee?
Should we call the police?

He stared at himself in the mirror as he brushed his teeth. His eyes were
bloodshot. He had dark circles around them.

He shook Kermit’s shoulders and woke him up. “Huh?” Kermit groaned. He
squinted hard at Evan, as if he didn’t recognize him.

“Wake up,” Evan ordered. “We have a job to do—remember?”

Kermit blinked several times. Without his big red glasses, his eyes looked
tiny.

“We have to dump those trash bags somewhere,” Evan reminded him.

“I have an idea,” Kermit replied.

They hurried to the kitchen. Aunt Dee had left a note on the refrigerator.
She went early to the garden store to buy new flowers for her garden. She told
the boys to make cereal for breakfast.

But Evan didn’t feel like eating. His stomach felt as if it were filled with
lead.

“We’ll eat after we take care of the blobs,” he told Kermit.

Kermit nodded solemnly. He led the way to the basement stairs.

“Where did you hide the trash bags?” Evan asked as they started down the
steps.

“I locked them in the little bathroom,” Kermit replied.

“Huh?” Evan let out a gasp. He grabbed Kermit and spun him around. “Isn’t
there a sink in that bathroom? And a toilet? And water pipes?”

“Well… yeah,” Kermit replied. “But the creatures are in bags—remember?”

“
Plastic
bags!” Evan reminded him. “They probably chewed through those
bags in seconds!”

Kermit’s mouth dropped open. “Do you think so?”

They stopped outside the bathroom door. Evan pressed his ear to the door,
listening hard. “Uh-oh,” he murmured. “I think I hear running water.”

“Oh, wow.” Kermit shook his head. “Oh, wow. Oh, wow. I just remembered
something else.”

“Something else?” Evan narrowed his eyes on his cousin. “What else did you
just remember?”

Kermit swallowed. “Uh… well… I just remembered that this bathroom is
where I hid the bottle that has my hair-growing formula.”

“Oh, nooooo,” Evan moaned.

“I didn’t want anyone to find it,” Kermit explained. “No one ever uses this
bathroom. So I hid it in here.”

Evan pressed his ear to the bathroom door again. He reached for the knob.

“No—don’t!” Kermit cried.

“We have no choice,” Evan told him.

He pulled open the door.

“Oh, nooooo!” Evan screamed.

He tried to slam the door shut. But Monster Blood creatures bounced into the
doorway, blocking the door.

“There are
hundreds
of them!” Kermit shrieked. “And—and they’re all
hairy
!”

As the big blobs bounced past the two boys into the basement, Evan gaped into
the little bathroom in shock.

Dozens and dozens of the blobs bounced and drank and growled and chomped
their pointy teeth. Their sleek blue skin was now covered in thick tufts of long
black hair.

Water poured from the sink faucets. The hairy blue creatures bobbed over the
sink, gulping thirstily. Others hovered over the toilet, drinking their fill.

Evan gripped the doorknob so hard, his hand ached. He stared into the room,
too horrified to move.

“The walls…” he murmured in a trembling whisper. “Oh, no. The walls…”

The walls and ceiling and floor were covered with a layer of oozing blue
slime. The pipe under the sink had been chewed clear through. Creatures bobbed
beneath it, sucking up water. Others drank from puddles on the slime-covered
floor.

“What are we going to—” Kermit started.

He didn’t finish his sentence. A deafening
POP
rocked the little room
as two Monster Blood creatures exploded to become four. A wave of cold, wet
slime washed over Evan and Kermit.

Evan staggered back as several growling creatures bounced out of the
bathroom. He saw three others pushing their way out through the basement window.
Two were bouncing on the stairs.

“We’ve got to stop them!” he cried as another explosion and another flying
wave of slime shook the room.

“But how?” Kermit whined.

Evan didn’t have a chance to answer. A wet blue blob leaped onto his
shoulder. With an angry snarl, it sank its teeth into Evan’s sweatshirt.

Evan uttered a groan of pain. “It—it’s sucking…” he stammered.

He ducked, swung around. And batted it away with a hard punch.

The creature roared furiously—and dove for Kermit.

Kermit dodged away—and fell over a hairy blue blob. “Help me—!” he cried out as he landed on his back in a thick
slime puddle. “They’re totally fierce now!”

Kermit is right, Evan realized. There’s nothing cute about these creatures
now. They are ferocious—and deadly.

POP! POP!

And there are
more
of them every second!

Evan ducked away from another attacking creature. He reached both hands out
and pulled Kermit to his feet.

“They’re all getting away!” Evan declared.

“Maybe we should
let
them!” Kermit declared.

Evan glared at his cousin. “Do you want to be responsible for wrecking the
whole town? OWWWW!” He cried out as a hairy blob bit into his ankle.

Evan kicked the creature away.

Kermit shook his head. “They drank up all my hair-growing formula. I’ll never
be able to mix it right again.”

We were going to use it for my revenge against Conan, Evan thought bitterly.
Well… forget that idea.

“We don’t have time to worry about your hair formula,” Evan told his cousin.

POP!

Another wave of slime slapped the bathroom wall.

“If they keep multiplying and multiplying,” Evan said, “they could outnumber the people in this town. They could drink up
the whole water supply. Drain all the flowers and plants. They could keep
spreading and spreading—and drink up the entire country!”

Kermit gulped. “And it would be all my fault. I opened the can.”

The growls and snarls and chomps of jagged teeth were deafening. Hairy blue
creatures bounced out the window, up the steps, all around the basement.

“We have to get rid of them somehow,” Evan moaned. “No. We can’t just get rid
of them. We have to
kill
them!”

“Oh, wow,” Kermit muttered. Then his expression brightened. “I have an idea!”
he declared.

“My electric fence!” he cried. “If we can herd them to the backyard, we can
zap them with the electricity. Maybe it will dry them up!”

“Hey—!” Evan exclaimed. “Maybe it will. It’s worth a try.” Then he
hesitated. “How do we get them to the backyard?”

Kermit shrugged.

POP!
Another blob exploded into two.

Evan covered his ears to block out the angry growls and roars. He glanced
frantically around the basement. And spotted several brooms and mops leaning
against the wall near the laundry room.

“Come on—let’s round them up!” he told Kermit.

He grabbed a broom and handed another one to his cousin. The two of them
began swinging the brooms, batting the hairy blobs, poking them, moving them
out.

The creatures squealed in protest. But their balloonlike shape made them easy to bat and shove along.

It seemed to Evan to take hours. By the time they herded the last of the
stragglers into the backyard, his arms ached and his sweatshirt was drenched
with sweat.

“What’s going on? What on earth are you doing?” Andy came running across the
yard. She wore bright green leggings and a purple sweater. She goggled as she
saw how many bouncing blobs the boys were herding.

“Yuck!” she groaned. “They’re all hairy! Sick!”

“They’re out of control!” Kermit declared. “And it’s all my fault!”

Weird, Evan thought. Kermit never takes the blame for anything. Maybe he’s
growing up.

“That’s why I came up with a brilliant plan to kill them!” Kermit declared.

Same old Kermit, Evan thought.

“We’re going to zap them,” Evan told Andy breathlessly. “On the invisible
fence!”

“You’re going to shock them to death?” she cried, staring at the bouncing,
growling monsters.

“It’s worth a try,” Evan gasped. He slapped a blob into line with a swing of
his broom. The black hair over its body stiffened and stood straight up. It
tried to bite the broom handle. But Evan slapped it away with another swing.

“Get ready!” Kermit cried. He swung his broom back and forth, frantically trying to keep the angry creatures in line.

“Okay! Push them! Push them forward—into the invisible fence!”

Evan swung his broom hard.

The blobs bounced forward, squealing and growling, snapping their teeth.

Forward. Forward. Toward the edge of the yard.