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backyard.”
    I looked around. It was pretty gloomy for a backyard. All twisted trees and statues of angels.
    â€œOh, great,” I said. “A graveyard. And just when I thought we were—”
    â€œBoneheads!” Zeek screamed.
    â€œWell,” I huffed. “I wouldn’t say that!”
    â€œNot us. Them!” Zeek pointed behind me. There, pouring up from one of the graves, like clowns from a taxi, were skeletons!
    Dozens of skeletons! And each one carried a long jagged sword.
    We jumped behind a skinny tree.
    â€œUh-oh,” Zeek whispered. “These guys are no good. Remember Boneheads vs. Elm City ? They got mad and wanted people to dress like them.”
    â€œYeah, well, I don’t look good in just bones,” I said, trying to make myself skinnier than the tree.
    Suddenly, the skeletons turned. They spotted us. They got into line and began marching toward us. They raised their swords.
    â€œZeekie,” I whispered. “I don’t think this looks too—”
    Kraaack! A bolt of lightning flashed suddenly through the sky.
    Instantly, the skeletons stopped. The whole army of them turned completely around on their bony heels. They began to march away.
    â€œBut …” I started to say.
    Then Zeek grabbed my arm. He pointed to where the skeleton army was going.
    I watched them march across the yard.
    â€œ The castle! Noodle! My folks are in there!”

EIGHT
    â€œStep on it!” Zeek shouted as we ran. “Pretend you’re in The Black Knight !”
    I watched as the last of the Boneheads trooped into the castle. The huge drawbridge was closing up in front of us.
    We had only one chance to make it. Speed was the thing. And Zeek’s folks were in danger.
    So I took a running start, stretched out my arms, and jumped. Up.
    It worked. We grabbed the top of the drawbridge, and it pulled us all the way up to the top of the castle wall.
    A second later, I was standing next to Zeek on a walkway overlooking the castle courtyard.
    Clack! Clack!
    Below us, the Boneheads were marching in.
    â€œNoodle, they’re searching for the tour group. We’ve got to get down there, and fast!”
    I nodded and pointed to an opening in the wall. “This way looks good.” We scrambled over to the doorway and ran down some steps.
    Big mistake.
    Because when we leaped down to the floor, it wasn’t there. The floor, I mean.
    It fell away while we were in midair. Just like every trap door in every castle movie I’ve ever seen.
    â€œNo!” I yelled.
    Umph! Umph! We dropped about twenty feet and crumpled in a pile.
    â€œNoodle?” Zeek groaned. “I think you found us a dungeon!”
    It sure looked like a dungeon. Small room. No doors or windows. Chains on the walls. Yeah, it was a dungeon all right.
    â€œThis looks kind of like the torture chamber in Zorando’s Revenge ,” said Zeek.
    â€œNo,” I said. “It’s more like the one in Zorando’s End. But I hope it’s not that one because that’s the one where the walls—”
    Clank-clank-clank.
    A loud noise filled the room. It sounded like chains and rocks grinding together.
    I looked at Zeek. Then I looked behind Zeek. “Um … do you notice anything strange?”
    â€œYou mean, like the walls are getting closer?”
    â€œYeah, and do you know what that means?”
    â€œ Zorando’s End? ”
    â€œRight. It means we’re in—in—”
    â€œThe Squishing Room!”
    â€œHELLLLLLLLLLLLP”
    Our yells echoed through the castle.
    No one answered.
    In a flash we were up against the walls, pushing hard. Zeek’s muscles bulged. I helped, too.
    No good. We just slid back across the floor. The walls kept coming.
    Slowly, but surely, we’d be crushed to death.
    â€œThis is it,” said Zeek. “We’re doomed.
    I had to admit it didn’t look good for us. The hole in the ceiling was way too far away.