Read 29 - Monster Blood III for Free Online

Andy laughed some more.
    “I have to hurt people who laugh at me,” Conan threatened.
    Evan and Andy laughed in reply.
    Conan turned to Kermit. “Why are they laughing like that?”
    Kermit shrugged. “Beats me. I guess they think you’re funny.”
    “Oh, is that right?” Conan shouted angrily, turning back to Evan and Andy.
“You two think I’m funny ?”
    Evan and Andy held their sides and laughed.
    “Give me my Frisbee!” Kermit shouted.
    “Okay. Go chase it.” Conan flung the Frisbee across the hedges. It sailed
over two yards and disappeared in a clump of evergreen shrubs.
    Kermit went running after it.
    Conan scowled at Evan and Andy. “I’m going to count to three,” he growled.
“And if you don’t stop laughing by the count of three, I’ll make you
stop!” He raised both fists to show them how he would make them stop.
    “One…” Conan said.
    Evan laughed. Andy pressed her hand over mouth, but couldn’t stop a giggle
from escaping.
    “Two…” Conan counted, his face twisted in anger.
    I’ve got to stop laughing! Evan told himself. I’m in serious trouble
here. Serious.
    He opened his mouth, and a booming “Hahahahaha!” burst out.
    Andy had both hands pressed over her mouth. But it didn’t stop the
snickers and guffaws from pouring out her nose.
    Kermit came jogging back into the backyard. “I can’t find the Frisbee,” he
complained. “Somebody has to help me. I can’t find it anywhere.”
    Conan turned to him. “You sure you don’t know why they’re laughing
like that?” he asked.
    Kermit shook his head. “They told me they think you’re funny-looking,” he
told Conan. “I guess that’s why they’re laughing.”
    I don’t believe this! Evan thought, so angry he wanted to explode. That
little creep! How can he do this to us?
    Conan turned back to Andy and Evan. “Last chance to stop,” he said. He took a
deep breath, stretching out his big, powerful chest. “Three!”
    Andy laughed.
    Evan laughed even harder.
    “I warned you,” Conan growled.

 
 
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    Andy phoned Evan that night to see how he was feeling. Evan had to hold the
phone away from his ear. His head hurt too much to press a phone against it.
    “I guess I’ll survive,” Evan groaned. “I’m getting used to looking in the
mirror and seeing a pile of coleslaw where my head used to be.”
    Andy sighed. “Your cousin is such a creep,” she said.
    “How are you feeling?” Evan asked. “How long did it take you to climb
down from the tree?”
    “Not too many hours,” Andy replied weakly.
    Conan had said he never hit girls. So he picked Andy up and stuck her onto a
high tree branch.
    “At least Conan stopped us from laughing,” Evan said. “My stomach still hurts
from laughing so hard.”
    “Mine, too,” Andy told him. “I’m never going to laugh again. Never. If
someone tells me the funniest joke in the world, I’ll just smile and say, ‘Very funny.’”
    “I can’t believe Kermit did that to us,” Evan moaned.
    “I believe it,” Andy replied dryly. “Kermit will do anything to get us into
trouble. That’s what he lives for—getting us into major trouble.”
    “Did you hear that little mouse laughing while Conan pounded me into the
ground?” Evan asked.
    “I was up in the tree, remember? I could see him laughing!” Andy
declared.
    There was a long silence at the other end. And then Andy spoke in a hushed
voice, just above a whisper, “Evan—are you ready to use the Monster Blood on
Kermit?”
    “Yeah,” Evan replied without having to think about it even for a second. “I’m
ready.”

 
 
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    After school the next afternoon, Evan and Andy found Kermit behind his lab
table as usual. “Hi, Kermit,” Evan called, tossing his backpack down and
stepping up to the table.
    Kermit didn’t glance up. He was busy stirring ingredients in a large mixing
bowl, using a large wooden spoon.
    Evan peered into the bowl. It looked like pie dough in there. It was thick