"Okay, where do you think that jet went?" said Dexter. They were in his lab, trying to figure out which way to go. Fang looked at the picture of the aftermath of the fight, that just showed the empty ally way. "Wait, look, there's a trail of smoke. That must be the way the jet went." "Only one thing, how will we get there?" they were outside the school now, and Crackers smiled. He whistled, and his griffins swooped down, and waited to them to get on. They flew off.
Well. I guess they weren't all bad. The seemed good enough to put my cage in the hall. Scientists kept walking by, talking strange things. I woke up from a nap about 1:00 in the afternoon, and more white-coated people were walking by then ever. I heard one say to another: "Yeah experiment 9879 arrived yesterday." I stopped cold, and listened. "Yes, I can't wait to dissect his brain." A bot came up, and said in a metallic voice say: "Come, your experiments are to begin today." "Ah. Puddle," said Barney, once we got to a wide field with a lot of dangerous props.
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