Goosebumps Most Wanted #5: Dr. Maniac Will See You Now Read Online Free Page A

Pop-Tart on my plate and took a bite of it. My favorite. Cherry.
    “We’re supposed to have thirty-mile-per-hour winds,” Dad said.
    “You call that wind? Barry, that’s no wind at all,” Mom replied.
    “I didn’t say it was a hurricane,” Dad snapped. “Why don’t you ever listen to me?”
    “Why don’t you ever say anything worth listening to?”
    Ernie grabbed the Pop-Tart off my plate and shoved it into his mouth.
    “Hey — that’s mine!” I cried. I grabbed for it. But he giggled and swung his head away from my grasp, chewing furiously.
    “Mom? Dad? Ernie stole my Pop-Tart!” I shouted.
    They both turned to Ernie. “It’s cherry,” Mom said. “That’s Ernie’s favorite.”
    “But — but —” I sputtered.
    “He was just being funny,” Mom said, smiling at him. “Let him have it, Richard.”
    “You eat too many sweets,” Dad said to me. “Why don’t you go get a grapefruit from the fridge.”
    “Huh? A grapefruit?”
    Mom poked Dad on the chest. “Are you saying I don’t give him a healthy breakfast? Are you saying I don’t feed the kids right?”
    I tuned them out. I only wanted to think about after school today. Bree and me meeting at the Comic Book Museum. I couldn’t wait to show it off to her.
    I blew my nose three or four times and wiped my runny eyes. Then I pulled on my jacket and flung my backpack over my shoulder. I walk Ernie to school every morning. And every morning he thinks it’s a riot to jump on my back and shout, “Piggyback! Piggyback!”
    It’s not funny. This morning, he leaped onto my back and sent me crashing headfirst into the wall.
    A few minutes later, we crossed Orlando Street and turned onto Kubert. It was a cool autumn day. Red and yellow leaves rained down from the trees as the wind swirled around.
    I zipped my jacket to the top. “Whoa. Wait.” I grabbed Ernie by the shoulder.
    Was I seeing things?
    I blinked my runny eyes, struggling to clear them. Yes! I saw two figures scampering across the red roof of the Romita family’s house across the street.
    But — but —
    “No way!” I gasped.
    They were both bent over as they darted across the roof. Both dressed from head to foot in green.
    I wiped my eyes and stared hard. This is impossible. It can’t be!
    I was staring at the Frog Mutant — Captain Croaker. And he was followed by his little sidekick, Terry Tadpole.
    “Hey — is that you ?” I shouted up at them.
    I was staring into the sun. I couldn’t see clearly at all. They disappeared to the other side of the roof.
    My heart was pounding. My brain spun.
    I grabbed Ernie by the shoulders. “Did you see them?” I cried. “Did you see it, too?”
    He nodded. “Yeah. I saw it.”
    “You did?” I shouted, still gripping his shoulders. “I’m not crazy? You saw it, too?”

“Yeah. I saw that red car go by,” Ernie said. “The one with the dog hanging out the window.”
    “Huh?” I let go of him and staggered back. “You — you didn’t see those two guys on the roof? The guys in green costumes?”
    He shook his head. “I didn’t see anyone on a roof.”
    How could he see them? They’re not real.
    I stood there, in a daze. I stared at the roof. Empty now. A bird landed on the chimney. It fluttered its wings and settled down, like it owned the house.
    I let out a cry as Ernie stomped on my foot as hard as he could. “You little creep!” I screamed. “Why’d you do that?”
    He shrugged. “Just felt like it, I guess.”
    I limped the rest of the way to his school. I thought maybe the little brat broke a hundred bones in my foot. But I wasn’t thinking about the pain. I was thinking about Captain Croaker and Terry Tadpole.
    I saw them so clearly. It had to be them.
    But how could it be?
    I felt totally confused. I thought about it all day.
    After school, I looked for Bree. Maybe she had changed her mind — maybe she wanted to take the bus with me to the Comic Book Museum. But I didn’t see her anywhere.
    I sat in the