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    â€œEgad!” cried Wiglaf as they tied his hands together and sat him up against the cave wall. “What are you doing?”
    â€œYou’re our prisoner,” said Bilge.
    â€œUntie his hands!” said Angus. “Or I won’t give you any stash!”
    â€œOh, yeah?” said Maggot.
    â€œThat’s what you think!” said Bilge.
    And they set upon Angus like a pair of hungry wolves.
    â€œNo!” cried Angus. “Stop!”
    But his little cousins shoved him to the ground. They wrestled his stash out of his clutches and tied his hands behind his back. They dragged him over to the cave wall and propped him up beside Wiglaf.
    â€œTwo prisoners,” said Maggot, grinning his gap-toothed smile. He tied Angus’s right ankle to Wiglaf’s left one.
    â€œOuch!” cried Angus. “Not so tight!”
    Maggot pulled the rope tighter.
    Then the twins began galloping around their camp fire. They whooped and roared. The stalactite daggers hanging from their belts banged on their rusty armor: BONG! BONG!
    BONG!
    â€œThey’re animals,” muttered Angus.
    â€œAnimals,” said Wiglaf, “would never behave this badly.”
    From where he sat, Wiglaf could see he was in a huge, round cavern. Long stalactites dripped down from the domed cave ceiling. Their drips formed squatty stalagmites on the cave floor below. Some stalactites and stalagmites had grown together to form thick pillars. A camp fire crackled in the middle of the cavern. The smoke rose upward to some unseen hole at the top of the cave. A ring of stalagmite benches circled the fire.
    When the twins finished their wild dance, they squatted down beside the fire and dumped out all the marshmallows. Then they took their stalactite daggers off their belts, shoved marshmallow after Medieval Marshmallow onto them, and stuck them into the fire. The smell of flaming marshmallows filled the cave.
    â€œYou’re burning them!” cried Angus. “Roast them slowly!”
    â€œWe like ’em burnt,” said Bilge. He blew out the flame and pulled a blackened marshmallow off his stalactite. He popped it into his mouth. “Mmmm.”
    Tears welled up in Angus’s eyes.
    All this time, Wiglaf kept working to loosen the rope that tied his wrists.
    â€œI want a s’more,” shouted Bilge.
    â€œYeah!” yelled Maggot. “Me too.”
    The twins pawed through Angus’s stash until they found the cookies and Cocoa Cubes. Wiglaf watched, amazed, as the twins began cramming cookies, chocolate cubes, and burnt marshmallows into their mouths, all at the same time.
    â€œOhhhh, I can’t watch,” said Angus, shutting his eyes. “Tell me when it’s over.”
    The twins gobbled up all the cookies, chocolate, and marshmallows.
    Maggot opened his mouth wide: BURP!
    Angus opened his eyes. “We came to rescue you,” he said. “And this is the thanks we get.”
    Bilge opened his mouth so they could watch him chew.
    â€œAt least tell us what you’re doing here,” said Wiglaf.
    â€œThis cave is our hideout,” said Maggot.
    â€œWho are you hiding from?” said Angus.
    â€œMa said we had to go to school,” said Bilge. “She wrote to Uncle Mordred and said we were coming. Then she packed us up and sent us off to DSA.”
    â€œYeah,” said Maggot. “But we didn’t want to go.”
    â€œSo we ran away,” Bilge went on. “We found this cave. It was empty, except for all the old knights’ armor and stuff. So we moved in.”
    â€œYou mean you were never kidnapped?” Wiglaf asked the twins.
    â€œNah, we wrote that ransom note ourselves,” said Maggot proudly. “We ran to DSA in the dark of night and left the note on the drawbridge, under a rock.”
    Wiglaf closed his eyes. This was nothing but a big prank!
    â€œDid Uncle Mordred get the ransom note?” asked Bilge.
    Angus