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back!”
    Scott’s mother and Kelly left without another word.
    â€œI wish I’d never heard of aqua apes,” Scott moaned. Then his head dropped to his chest—and Mac sprang out from between the sofa cushions.
    â€œThere he is!” Glen screamed. Mac screamed back even louder, baring his teeth.
    â€œGet him,” Scott yelled.
    Mac grabbed a handful of the beads from Kelly’s ruined dress and hurled them at Scott and Glen.
    Three of the beads hit Scott in the face. “Ye-ouch!” Scott cried, trying to rub away the stinging pain.
    Mac grabbed one of the sleeves of Kelly’s dress and raced out of the den.
    â€œWe’ve got to find him,” Scott said. “He’s not going to stop until he gets us.”
    â€œLet’s split up,” Glen suggested. “You take the upstairs. I’ll look for him down here.”
    â€œGood idea!” Scott agreed.
    Scott charged up the stairs. The first door he came to was the hall linen closet. He peeked inside. No Mac hiding in the bedsheets. He bent down on his hands and knees to check the closet floor—when someone tapped him on the shoulder.
    Scott sprang up and screamed.
    â€œIt’s just me,” Glen whispered.
    â€œWhat are you doing here? You’re supposed to be checking the downstairs.”
    â€œI—uh—decided we shouldn’t split up after all,” Glen stammered. “It’s, um, not safe. . . .”
    â€œSshh!” Scott interrupted. “Listen.” Scott stared into the closet, expecting to see Mac jump out at them.
    Then he realized the sound he heard wasn’t coming from the closet. It was coming from down the hall.
    â€œIt sounds like water running,” Glen said.
    â€œCome on!” Scott grabbed Glen and tugged him down the hall. “He’s in the bathroom!”
    The moment they reached the bathroom door, Scott gasped. Water was spilling over the sink, flooding the bathroom floor.
    â€œLook at this! The whole place is soaked!” Scott quickly turned the water off. “Get some towels!”
    Glen jerked a cabinet open, yanked out some towels, and threw them down on the floor.
    As Scott and Glen soaked up the water, they noticed even more water pouring out onto the floor.
    Only it wasn’t coming from the sink.
    It was coming from under the lid of the toilet bowl.
    â€œWhat is going on?” Scott lifted the lid of the toilet to peer inside.
    And there was Mac.
    Glaring up at him.
    His eyes were jet-black now. The centers were red and glowing.
    Mac bared his ugly teeth. They were longer and sharper than ever. Even his fur looked sharp, like porcupine quills.
    Scott slammed the toilet shut. “He’s in there. And he’s bigger and meaner than ever!”
    â€œFlush him!” Glen screamed. “Flush him!” He sat down on the top part of the lid. “Hurry up!”
    Mac shoved hard against the lid. The lid flew open with a bang. Glen crashed to the floor.
    â€œGet up!” Scott screamed, trying to hold the lid down by himself. “Help me!”
    Glen jumped up and sat on the lid again. But Mac snapped it open—just enough to shoot out a furry claw. And jab it into Glen’s leg.
    â€œOooow,” Glen wailed, grasping his thigh.
    â€œStand up a little so I can shove his hand back inside,” Scott cried.
    Glen stood up and Scott tried to push Mac’shand down into the toilet, but Mac swiped at Scott’s arm. Scott let out a shriek as blood trickled from the cut.
    Now both of Mac’s arms were hanging out of the toilet. Then he popped his head out, too. He was grinning. An evil grin.
    Scott leaned over, picked up the toilet bowl brush next to the sink, and batted Mac with it.
    The hairy creature slid from the rim and plopped into the water.
    Glen slammed the lid down once again. The two boys leaped on top of it together.
    â€œFlush it!” Glen screamed. “Flush it! Now!”
    Scott