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Authors: Tommy Donbavand
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“Now,
that’s
funny!”beamed the drummer as the vampire joined in with his own sticks.
Porridge seemed to be having a great time, his stumpy new legs planted firmly on the stage and his bass guitar slung low below his waist. Then there was a crack of green lightning and Cleo landed, squarely, on the zombie’s shoulders.
“Welcome back, little lady,” Porridge smiled as Cleo screamed in excitement.
A final flash of light burst into view at the front of the stage. As it cleared, Vein and Tee could be seen standing together, singing the song into real microphones.
“I’ll let your blood flow like a river
,
Mop it all up with your juicy liver!”
The zombies in the audience roared with delight as their hero reappeared.
“Chewing on you, you’re tasting good
,
Gnawing your bones and tasting blood
.
I chews you — it’s zombie feasting time!”
Luke beamed at Cleo and Resus. Maybe the fact that Vein didn’t want to hand over his tongue wasn’t so bad after all. Moments like this made life in Scream Street enjoyable — perhaps he could even convince his mum and dad to get to knowtheir neighbours. Maybe then they’d—
Luke’s thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a commotion behind him.
“Stop this, right now!” Sir Otto, purple with fury, charged onto the stage. One by one the musicians stopped playing, until silence filled the square.
“What are you all doing here?” roared the landlord. “I banished you to the Underlands!”
“Dude!” called a voice from the front of the crowd. Doug flipped open the top of his head to scratch his brain. “
You
sent them there?”
“It’s true,” said Vein, pointing to Sir Otto. “This man sent us to the worst place you could ever imagine.”
At this, the zombies around Doug lunged forwards with a screech and grabbed Sir Otto’s ankles. The landlord fell with a crash as the creatures dragged him off the stage and into the crowd. Within seconds they were all over him.
Luke raced to the front of the stage and snatched the microphone from Vein’s hands. “Stop!” he commanded.
The zombies paused and turned to face the stage. Luke swallowed hard and spoke nervously into the microphone. “Sir Otto Sneer is a bad man,” he said. “He does bad things to a lot of people — but that doesn’t mean you should hurt him for it.”
Doug pushed his way back to the front of the crowd. “The little dude’s right!” he said. “What’shappened to the spirit of Deadstock?” The zombies looked quizzically at one another for a second, then, with a mass roar, they pushed Doug to one side and continued their attack on the unfortunate landlord.
“So much for the diplomatic approach,” said Resus, reaching inside his cloak. “Time for something a little more persuasive!” With that, he pulled out a squirming cloth sack and ripped away the cord from around its neck. Dozens of angry pixies flew out of the bag and shot into the crowd, biting and scratching everything in sight.
The zombies at the front howled in pain. Dropping Sir Otto, they began to retreat across the central square.
Staggering and lurching back up the sidestreets and into the gardens, the zombies dived into the tunnels that had brought them to Scream Street in the first place. The pixies gave chase, darting from monster to monster, snapping their razor-sharp teeth.
“You brought those things back from the Underlands?” demanded Cleo, joining Resus and Luke at the front of the stage.
“I figured they might come in useful.”
The trio leapt down from the stage and fought their way through the retreating crowd to Sir Otto. The landlord lay curled up in a ball on the ground, sobbing like a baby.
“Let’s get you out of here,” said Luke, grabbing one of Sir Otto’s wrists as Resus pulled the other.
Cleo lifted up the flap of cloth that hung across the front of the stage so the boys could drag Sir Otto away from the stampede. Turning, she found herself faced with the grey, one-eyed
that’s
funny!”beamed the drummer as the vampire joined in with his own sticks.
Porridge seemed to be having a great time, his stumpy new legs planted firmly on the stage and his bass guitar slung low below his waist. Then there was a crack of green lightning and Cleo landed, squarely, on the zombie’s shoulders.
“Welcome back, little lady,” Porridge smiled as Cleo screamed in excitement.
A final flash of light burst into view at the front of the stage. As it cleared, Vein and Tee could be seen standing together, singing the song into real microphones.
“I’ll let your blood flow like a river
,
Mop it all up with your juicy liver!”
The zombies in the audience roared with delight as their hero reappeared.
“Chewing on you, you’re tasting good
,
Gnawing your bones and tasting blood
.
I chews you — it’s zombie feasting time!”
Luke beamed at Cleo and Resus. Maybe the fact that Vein didn’t want to hand over his tongue wasn’t so bad after all. Moments like this made life in Scream Street enjoyable — perhaps he could even convince his mum and dad to get to knowtheir neighbours. Maybe then they’d—
Luke’s thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a commotion behind him.
“Stop this, right now!” Sir Otto, purple with fury, charged onto the stage. One by one the musicians stopped playing, until silence filled the square.
“What are you all doing here?” roared the landlord. “I banished you to the Underlands!”
“Dude!” called a voice from the front of the crowd. Doug flipped open the top of his head to scratch his brain. “
You
sent them there?”
“It’s true,” said Vein, pointing to Sir Otto. “This man sent us to the worst place you could ever imagine.”
At this, the zombies around Doug lunged forwards with a screech and grabbed Sir Otto’s ankles. The landlord fell with a crash as the creatures dragged him off the stage and into the crowd. Within seconds they were all over him.
Luke raced to the front of the stage and snatched the microphone from Vein’s hands. “Stop!” he commanded.
The zombies paused and turned to face the stage. Luke swallowed hard and spoke nervously into the microphone. “Sir Otto Sneer is a bad man,” he said. “He does bad things to a lot of people — but that doesn’t mean you should hurt him for it.”
Doug pushed his way back to the front of the crowd. “The little dude’s right!” he said. “What’shappened to the spirit of Deadstock?” The zombies looked quizzically at one another for a second, then, with a mass roar, they pushed Doug to one side and continued their attack on the unfortunate landlord.
“So much for the diplomatic approach,” said Resus, reaching inside his cloak. “Time for something a little more persuasive!” With that, he pulled out a squirming cloth sack and ripped away the cord from around its neck. Dozens of angry pixies flew out of the bag and shot into the crowd, biting and scratching everything in sight.
The zombies at the front howled in pain. Dropping Sir Otto, they began to retreat across the central square.
Staggering and lurching back up the sidestreets and into the gardens, the zombies dived into the tunnels that had brought them to Scream Street in the first place. The pixies gave chase, darting from monster to monster, snapping their razor-sharp teeth.
“You brought those things back from the Underlands?” demanded Cleo, joining Resus and Luke at the front of the stage.
“I figured they might come in useful.”
The trio leapt down from the stage and fought their way through the retreating crowd to Sir Otto. The landlord lay curled up in a ball on the ground, sobbing like a baby.
“Let’s get you out of here,” said Luke, grabbing one of Sir Otto’s wrists as Resus pulled the other.
Cleo lifted up the flap of cloth that hung across the front of the stage so the boys could drag Sir Otto away from the stampede. Turning, she found herself faced with the grey, one-eyed
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