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before it crashed into Gordon’s head. It quickly slithered away.
    â€œAHHHHH!” yelled Gordon.
    â€œDid it bite you?” I asked.
    â€œAre you okay?” asked Director Z.
    â€œDid that snake just say ‘no’?” asked Shane.
    â€œMy zit,” gasped Gordon. “Now my zit feels like it’s going to explode.”
    â€œSo why don’t you just pop it?” Ben asked Gordon.
    â€œI need a mirror or something,” replied Gordon. “I don’t even know how to attack it without one. So why don’t
you
pop it for me?”
    â€œGross,” said Nabila. “Just gross.”
    â€œYeah, no thanks,” said Ben.
    â€œDirector Z,” said Gordon, “do you still have that magic telephone that called us on the moon?”
    â€œYes,” said Director Z. “But if you’re thinking about calling Gallow Manor, think again. The rest of the monsters are just fine where they are. I can’t risk having them take part in what could turn out to be a wild-goose chase.”
    â€œHey!” I said. “This isn’t a wild-goose chase!”
    â€œIt doesn’t matter. I don’t want to use it to call anyone,” said Gordon. “But a phone that’s smart enough to make a call on the moon must also have a camera, right?”
    â€œYes, it does,” said Director Z.
    â€œCan you give it to me?” asked Gordon.
    â€œDo you really think taking a selfie right now is the best idea?” asked Ben.
    Director Z handed Gordon the cell phone.
    â€œI’m not taking a selfie,” said Gordon. “I’m taking care of business.”
    Gordon lifted up the phone in front of his face.
    â€œOh man, you’re worse than I thought,” he said to the zit. “You’ve gotta GO.”
    He brought his thumb and index finger up to the zit, and before Director Z could say
What are you doing?
, Gordon did it.
    SPLOPP!
    Gordon popped the zit with a satisfied grunt and wiped the pus off of the telephone with his shirt.
    â€œSorry,” he said as he handed the phone back to Director Z. “I wasn’t aiming for it or anything.”
    â€œThanks,” said Director Z, and he slowly put the phone away in his pocket.
    AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
    Over by the tree, Roy started to scream.
    The other monsters backed away from him as he flailed and jumped around, crazed.
    We ran over to see what was happening.

Deep in the Jungle
    â€œWhat is it?!” Gordon yelled, running ahead.
    The Bigfoot took a powerful swipe at the invisible enemy. His long flailing arms almost took Gordon’s head off. Then Roy stopped swinging. His little-girl screech echoed through the jungle.
    EEEEEEEEEEE!
    The monkeys popped their heads through the canopy to see what was happening.
    Roy dug deep into the fur on his chest, struggling to remove something black that was stuck in it.
    â€œBig spider!” yelled Roy. “Big spider!”
    He pulled a fist-size spider out of his fur and threw it on the ground.
    He stomped and screeched and stomped some more, shaking the ground everywhere around him. When he was done, he ran around to the other side of the tree to hide.
    Grigore walked over to what was left of the spider. “Does anyvone vant a spider pancake?”
    â€œSort of makes me miss Griselda,” said Shane. “She’d love a spider pancake.”
    â€œSort of makes me miss food,” said Gordon. “Now we don’t have a river filled with fish to eat. And we’ve run out of flatbread.”
    â€œI’m sure we’ll be able to find something edible when we get to where we’re going,” I said. “I can—”
    â€œFeel it,” Ben finished. “Yeah, we know. Please tell me you’re feeling a McDonald’s.”
    I concentrated really hard, but I couldn’t feel it.
    â€œSorry,” I said.
    â€œA good falafel?” asked Nabila.
    â€œNope,” I said.
    â€œBrains?”