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overboard.
    â€œArchie Clone!” Pep yelled.
    Yes, it was Archie Clone, the teenage supervillain who had attempted to drop them onto the tip of the Washington Monument.
    â€œCome with me!” Archie Clone yelled. “Quickly!”
    â€œI thought you died in Washington!” Coke yelled as he and Pep ran and climbed into the passenger side of the helicopter. It had no door on it.
    â€œYou thought wrong,” Archie Clone replied. He grabbed the controls and the chopper lifted off the yacht.
    Archie Clone turned the helicopter and pointed it toward the edge of the lake. Soon the twins could see land passing below. Archie Clone slowed the chopper and hovered over what appeared to be a junkyard. He descended to ten feet. The twins couldn’t see what was below.
    â€œPep, I’ve had a crush on you for a long time,” Archie Clone shouted. “Now, finally, I have the opportunity to express my feelings toward you.”
    With that, he stuck his foot out to the side and pushed both twins out of the helicopter.
    â€œHellllllllp!” they shouted as they landed in the dirt inside a four-walled enclosure that looked like it was made from iron. When the helicopter flew away and the dust had cleared, they could see a familiar figure standing at the top of one of the iron walls.
    â€œEvil Elvis!” Coke shouted.
    Yes, it was Evil Elvis, the Presley impersonator also known as their aunt Judy. He—that is, she—had terrorized them all the way from North Carolina to Tennessee.
    â€œWe thought you died in the RV explosion!” Pep said.
    â€œElvis never dies,” said Evil Elvis.
    Suddenly, a grinding noise could be heard. The twins could see that the walls of the iron enclosure were moving together. The space was getting smaller.
    â€œWhat’s happening?” Coke yelled.
    â€œOh, don’t worry your little head about it,” said Evil Elvis. “This is just a machine they use to crush old cars.”
    â€œSo that’s what Archie Clone meant when he said he had a crush on you,” Coke told his sister.
    Coke took a running leap at the iron wall, but it wastoo high to climb over. He fell to the ground and had to scramble to back away.
    The iron walls continued closing in on all sides. The enclosure had shrunk from the size of a large living room to the size of a bathroom.
    â€œHa-ha!” shouted Evil Elvis. “Finally, I’ll be finished with you twerps! When these walls come together, you will be crushed to death. Your bones will break like twigs and your internal organs will burst like water balloons!”
    â€œWhy are you doing this?” Pep screamed frantically. “You’re our mother’s sister!”
    â€œI’m doing it for Dr. Warsaw,” Aunt Judy/Evil Elvis said solemnly. “The man I love.”
    Speak of the devil! Guess who suddenly appeared standing on the other moving wall?
    â€œDr. Warsaw!” shouted Coke.
    â€œNo, it’s me , Doominator!”
    It’s true. It was Doominator, the robot clone Dr. Warsaw had created to duplicate himself. He looked and sounded identical to the real Dr. Warsaw.
    The walls continued closing in on the twins. The sides were less than ten feet apart now. Pep screamed.
    â€œI thought you drowned in the log flume pool!” Coke shouted. “I saw it with my own eyes!”
    â€œThat robot did drown,” Doominator replied. “I’man exact copy of him. I am . . . Doominator 2.”
    â€œYou’re a clone of a clone?” Coke asked.
    â€œThat’s right,” Doominator 2 said. “The beauty of digital information is that copies can be made at the touch of a button.”
    â€œI don’t care if you’re a clone!” shouted Aunt Judy/Evil Elvis. “I love you anyway.”
    â€œYeah, well I don’t love you ,” Doominator 2 said. “Leave those kids alone!”
    He ran over and the next thing anyone knew, the two of them