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parlor. Destynee sighed. “Yeah, okay,” she said. “Good luck with that. Let me know how it works out for you.”
    â€œAh, children!” said Quimby, appearing once more in his jar. “And how are we? Did we make lots of little friends? Did we listen to the vice principal?”
    â€œWe listened to him,” said Destynee, and rolled her eyes. “He went, ‘blah, blah, blah.’”
    â€œYeah,” said Merideath, “he went, ‘blah, blah, blah!’”
    â€œDid he reach out with one of his tentacles and swallowsomeone?” asked Quimby.
    â€œHe did,” said Falcon.
    Quimby sighed. “Same gag, every year.”
    â€œI guess my roommates aren’t here yet?” said Falcon.
    â€œNo, not yet. Tonight, perhaps tomorrow. They’re coming from a long way off, I understand.”
    â€œAre they vampires?” said Destynee. “Like us?”
    â€œWho told you you’re a vampire?” said Quimby, his eyes growing wide. “Is that what they told you?”
    â€œOf course we’re vampires,” said Merideath. “Hel-lo?”
    â€œIf you were vampires,” said Quimby. “They’d have put you in the Tower of Blood. With the others. Wouldn’t they?”
    â€œLook at these teeth,” said Merideath, displaying her canines. “Have you ever seen teeth like this before?”
    â€œI’ve seen all kinds of teeth,” said Quimby. He shook his head sadly. “Don’t get me started.”
    â€œI don’t care what you’ve seen,” said Destynee. “We know what we are, and what we are is the bomb .”
    â€œThe bomb?” said Pearl. “What is this bomb?”
    â€œWhat I mean,” said Destynee, “is that vampires are, like, the top of the monster pyramid. We rule!”
    â€œPyramid?” said Falcon. “There’s a pyramid?”
    â€œWell, yeah,” said Merideath, as if this was the most obvious thing in the world. “At the top you got vampires. After them, shape-shifters, mummies, leprechauns,anything with magical powers. In the middle there’s your half-human, half-animal branch, the werewolves and bigfeet. At the bottom you got your reanimated corpses—your Frankensteins, your ghouls. Bottom of the line is zombies.” She smiled. “Like you, Falcon.”
    â€œSay,” said Quimby. “How about if you all wait until tomorrow, when you’ve been diagnosed, before you start deciding who’s the bomb. I have a suspicion tomorrow will be a day full of surprises. For all of you.”
    â€œYou know what I think?” said Merideath. “I think we should put cyanide in your jar. Poison!”
    â€œOh, goody,” said Quimby. “Please?”
    â€œEnough,” said Pearl. “In this I agree with Quimby. Tomorrow, we know. For now—the mystery. Good night.”
    With this, Pearl flew out into the hallway to a high shelf lined with books. She suspended herself upside down from the shelf, by her feet, and folded her head beneath one of her wings. A moment later there came a soft snoring sound.
    â€œThat’s how she sleeps?” said Merideath.
    â€œThat’s so lame,” said Destynee.
    â€œThat’s so—whatever,” said Merideath.
    â€œI’m glad she’s asleep,” said Destynee. “She’s so totally annoying!”
    â€œAnnoying is definitely what she is,” said Merideath.
    â€œYeah,” said Destynee. “Hey, let’s head into our crypt now for a mani-pedi!”
    â€œExcellent,” said Merideath. “You want to do your nails, Megan?”
    â€œIn a second,” said Megan. She looked at Falcon with an odd expression. “Are you okay, Falcon?” she said.
    â€œYeah…,” said Falcon. “It’s just—I’m confused.”
    â€œWhat a shock,” said Merideath.
    â€œWhat are you confused about?”
    Falcon