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didn’t have time. She had to dodge chunksof falling rocks. Then the floor started to split open in the middle. As the key in the ceiling turned, the crack in the floor grew wider. Celia jumped off to one side to avoid falling in, but the crack kept growing. The floor was disappearing under the walls, like a rug being pulled out from under her. She was running out of floor very fast.
    From where Oliver was hanging, high on the wall, he could see right down into the pit as the floor opened. It was about as a deep as a swimming pool, but they would never survive a fall into it.
    â€œOh no,” he said as his worst fear came true.
    He really hated mummies.

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    â€œCLIMB UP HERE!” Oliver shouted down at his sister.
    Celia looked up at Oliver and then down at the pit in the floor. There were hundreds of mummies. They were wrapped in rotten cloth, with dark stones for eyes. Their lifeless mouths grinned up at the wall of strings and their lifeless eyes stared blankly ahead. Each of the mummies held a sharp spear in its wretched hands. If Celia fell into the pit, she’d be skewered on the spears like a marshmallow on a stick.
    She rushed to the wall that was covered in strings, stumbling a little as she ran. The floor kept moving out from under her. Just as she was about to run out of floor and fall into the pit of mummies, she leaped into the air and caught onto a bundle of string. The floor disappeared underneathher. She looked down over her shoulder at the pit and realized that the only way to go was up. There were no safety ropes this time.
    Celia started to climb. She wanted to get as far away from the mummies as she could. They still looked mummified for the time being, but if Celia knew anything about mummies it was that they never stayed dead for long. If there was a mummy on TV, it was sure to come to life eventually. It was like a law.
    As she pulled herself up, she felt the string pull away from the wall and then stop. There was a hissing sound. She looked up for Beverly the lizard, but Beverly was climbing back and forth on the ceiling. The sound didn’t come from her.
    â€œDuck!” Oliver shouted.
    Celia turned and saw a shining spear flying right at her. She swung out of the way like a monkey on a vine and grabbed another bundle of string just as the spear slammed into the wall where she had been. As her weight settled onto the new string, she heard another hiss and turned to see a spear shoot out of a mummy’s skeleton hand. It was flying right at her. She let go and fell. The spear stuck into the wall again, just where she hadbeen. She caught onto another bundle of string just before she fell into the pit. Again there was a hiss, and a spear was shot from a mummy’s hand, aimed right at her.
    â€œIt’s all booby-trapped,” she said as she climbed up and out of the way.
    â€œKeep moving!” Oliver yelled. “Climb toward me!”
    Celia, who had spent more hours watching shoe commercials than playing on jungle gyms, found herself climbing and swinging like an acrobat from string to string, leaping and falling and catching on as spears shot at wherever she landed. She couldn’t stay still for more than a second.
    Her arms were tired, but she couldn’t stop to rest. Every rope she caught onto set off a spear that was aimed right at it. The trap was designed so that you needed to use the ropes to climb when the floor pulled away, but the ropes made the spears shoot right at you. It might have been fun for a gymnast or a circus performer, but it was exhausting and deadly for Celia Navel. It was way too much like gym class.
    Celia was swinging up one side of the wall anddown the other, dodging spears as she climbed and swung and jumped. Oliver knew his rope had set off the trap, but it didn’t seem connected to a spear. He was safe where he was, so he reached out a hand and tried to catch Celia when she got close to him. She caught the