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He’s super smart. I have to stop him.”
    â€œWe have to stop him, you mean,” said Liz.
    Mike managed a weak smile. “Thanks. I couldn’t do it without you.” But deep inside, he knew it was not going to be easy. He had messed things up big time. He had to make them right.
    â€œFirst things first, Mike,” said Liz. “We follow him. We need to find out what his wonderful, wonderful plan is.”
    Mike nodded. “Something tells me it’s not going to be so wonderful.” He looked at Liz. “We have to make things normal. We have to.”
    She twisted her face a little. “Don’t get carried away, Mike. This is Grover’s Mill, remember? If we just get out of this alive, I’ll be happy.”
    As the two friends crept down the hall into the darkness, Mike doubted whether they’d ever be happy again.
    The dusty trail led to the school auditorium.
    â€œMaybe he’s putting on a show?” said Liz.
    The two kids slipped through the rear doors of the auditorium and huddled in the back corner.
    Hanging on the stage behind the podium was a giant poster. The potato brain’s picture was on the poster, and written in giant letters above the picture were the words—King Spud.
    â€œKing?” whispered Mike. “I really don’t like the sound of that. He used to be just a potato.”
    Behind the podium Sean, Jeff, and Holly were standing with the other students and teachers.
    The potato army was murmuring and chattering in their seats. The lights went down and everyone began to applaud.
    Mike tapped Liz on the shoulder and pointed to the front of the auditorium. The two kids crept quietly down a side aisle.
    A moment later, a spotlight shined on the stage. The giant Potadio waddled up to the podium. He was even larger now, about four feet tall. He began to thump his long leafy sprouts on the podium.
    â€œHumans!” he cried out. “All they want to do is eat us. For years we’ve lived in fear of the fork. Well, that’s going to change—starting now!”
    â€œRmm! Rmm!” the potato army murmured.
    Liz shook her head and sighed. “That’s all we need in Grover’s Mill. Giant vegetables with attitudes.”
    Thump! Thump! went the leafy sprouts. “No longer will we live under the ground like common vegetables!” King Spud shouted. “Follow me, my spudlets, and we’ll conquer the world!”
    Cheers echoed against the walls of the auditorium. Principal Bell stumbled over and set a large crown on the potato’s head. Sparks flew up.
    â€œCareful with the crown, Mr. Ding-dong Bell!” King Spud cried. “This brain is supercharged!”
    â€œAll hail King Spud!” announced the principal. Again the room rocked with applause.
    â€œThese lights! This crown!” King Spud announced loudly. “They make me wanna—sing!”
    One of King Spud’s leafy arms yanked the microphone from the podium and he waddled out to the middle of the stage. The spotlight followed him. He tipped his crown low on his forehead, curled his lips, and began.
    I may not be so pretty,
    I’m sure not itty-bitty,
    But I’m conquering your city
    â€™Cause I’ve got elec-tri-city!
    Oh, I’m the King—
    The King of everything!
    Mike was stunned. “This is all my fault.”
    Liz nodded. “Well, it sure has gone way beyond potatoes and radios. King of everything?”
    â€œThis kind of stuff seems to happen a lot in Grover’s Mill, doesn’t it?” asked Mike.
    Liz smiled. “The Zone, Mike. The center of galactic weirdness.”
    Yes, I’m the Big Bad King
    Of Everythiiiiiiiiing!
    As Spud held that last long note, a horrible thing happened. The giant poster behind him disappeared, and there, in full color, was another large picture. A map.
    â€œWe’re going on a trip!” shouted the royal potato. His leafy sprouts unfurled and slapped the