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SEVEN
    We found ourselves staring into an enormous room built right in the center of the mountain.
    The craggy walls rose to a ceiling about fifty feet high. There was a skylight at the top. I could see snowflakes swirling outside. Zeek looked up at it, too. Then we stepped in slowly.
    The tracks continued a few feet along the floor from the outside tunnel, then stopped. The mining car was standing just inside the door, empty.
    The room beyond it was cluttered with weird scientific machinery. Big metal computers with lights and dials blinked against the far walls.
    â€œSomeone’s been busy,” Zeek said. “This is some kind of super laboratory.”
    In the middle of the room was a blackboard covered with strange mathematical symbols.
    â€œI have a bad feeling about this,” I said.
    Suddenly— VRRRMP! A door flew open on the other side of the lab. Zeek and I dove behind a blinking machine.
    The air roared with the growling and sputtering of a loud motor. I craned my neck to look.
    A shiny blue snowmobile drove slowly in.
    â€œUh-oh,” I gasped. Strapped onto the back of the snowmobile was a giant chunk of ice.
    â€œHey,” Zeek whispered, tapping my shoulder. “I know that chunk of ice!”
    We both knew that chunk of ice. It was Uggo. Still big. Still hairy. Still frozen. Just like he was fifty thousand years ago. Only now he was being driven around on a snowmobile.
    And guess who was at the wheel? The clown with the pink glasses and wild hair! He wore a white lab coat and had a creepy smile on his face. His mustache was flopping up and down. He looked like someone from a bad horror movie.
    Mmmm-de-mmmm. He was humming the Uggo theme song.
    Zeek jabbed me in the arm. “You were right. I guess dead cave guys don’t hum.”
    The man stopped the snowmobile, loosened the straps around Uggo, and went over to a large control panel on the wall. He pressed a button.
    DJNNN! A big claw thing came down from the ceiling and closed around Uggo. It swung him over to a platform against the wall.
    Zeek turned and gave me a look. “I don’t like this, Nood.”
    He was right. It didn’t look good. I tried to check out the clown guy. Hanging from his belt was a silver pistol with blue streaks on it.
    It said Freez-Beamer on the side.
    What came next was worse. The guy looked closely at Uggo. Then he started to chuckle and giggle. Finally, he laughed out loud, shaking and twitching all over. He shook so hard, his glasses hit the floor. He twitched again, and his puffy black mustache fell off his face.
    â€œNoodle!” Zeek gasped, “he’s falling apart!”
    The man shook a third time and one bushy eyebrow dangled down.
    Finally—“Aaa-aaa-CHOOO!”—a supersonic sneeze echoed through the laboratory, and his big round nose came hurtling through the air.
    Splat! It landed on my right ski boot.
    I knew that sneeze anywhere!
    â€œIt’s Mr. Vazny!” I shouted, jumping up.
    â€œWha—?” the man cried out. Instantly he pulled the silver gun from his belt and swung it toward us.
    But, of course, I couldn’t stop blabbing.
    â€œYou’re Mr. Vazny!” I shouted again. “Our old science teacher who became Dr. Morbius and tried to blow up Mayville, and Zeek and I flew all over the galaxy trying to stop you, and you almost killed us but the army came for you and locked you up, but you must have esca—”
    While I was babbling, the guy’s face got all weird. He went from shock to anger to kind of a nutzoid smile. His eyes became little slits. His real nose began to twitch.
    Zeek nudged me. “You can stop now, Noodle. I think he remembers us.”
    â€œYOU!” the man shouted. “YOU—YOU—YOU—TROUBLEMAKERS!”
    Yeah, he remembered us, all right.
    He waved his silver gun in front of our faces. “So! You two Action Boys or whatever you call yourselves have gotten in my