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reached behind him and pushed the handle down hard.
    From inside, they heard Mac screech—long and loud.
    Scott froze as he heard the water swirling around the inside of the bowl.
    Then he heard the sound of the water being sucked down through the pipes.
    Then everything went silent.

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    â€œY ou look.”
    â€œI don’t want to look,” Glen said. “Why do we have to look, anyway?”
    â€œWe have to make sure he’s really gone. That’s why.” Scott sighed.
    â€œWell, it’s your toilet bowl, so you look.”
    It took all the courage Scott had to lift the toilet lid and peek inside.
    He lifted it slowly.
    He stared into the water.
    There was no sign of Mac. One flush had sent Mac swirling out of their lives for good. As Scottclosed the lid, another sigh escaped his lips—this one a sigh of relief.
    Scott glanced around the bathroom. “We’d better start cleaning up this mess before my mother gets home. Go downstairs to the kitchen and get a mop so we can sop up all this water from the floor.”
    Glen headed out.
    Scott lifted the soaking wet bath mat off the floor and dropped it into the bathtub. He sat on the edge of the tub and started wringing what seemed like gallons of water out of the mat.
    Crack! The lid of the toilet blew open!

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    S cott watched in horror as Mac burst out of the toilet and flew straight at him.
    Scott screamed as Mac hovered above him.
    Mac had the wingspan of a bat now. He flapped his wings wildly and let out a bloodcurdling shriek.
    Scott couldn’t take his eyes off Mac’s glistening yellow teeth. They had grown to the size of fangs.
    Mac dove down, claws stretched out at Scott.
    â€œGet away from me!” Scott covered his face with one arm.
    Mac retreated. Then he swooped down again, his mouth open wide—ready to bite.
    Scott dashed out of the bathroom. He ran down the hallway. Mac flew after him. Screeching and swooping.
    â€œGlen!” Scott screamed as he reached the top of the stairs. “Help me!” Scott barely got the words out of his mouth before Mac attacked, diving straight for his face.
    Scott felt Mac’s razor-sharp claws scratch his cheek. Scott jerked away. His feet slipped on the carpeted stairs. Slipped out from under him. And he tumbled down the stairs.
    When he reached the bottom, he scrambled up—before Mac could swoop down on him again.
    He raced through the living room toward the kitchen. Mac hovered right over him. Screeching and diving.
    Glen headed out of the kitchen with a mop in one hand and a cookie in the other. At the sight of Mac, he dropped both. “Where did he come from?” he screamed, dashing back into the kitchen.
    â€œHe came back out of the toilet!” Scott yelled. “And now he’s trying to kill me!”
    Mac swooped down at Scott’s face again. This time, Scott tried to grab him. But Mac’s fur jabbed into Scott’s palms. “Don’t touch him!” Scott told Glen. “His hair feels like needles!”
    â€œI don’t want to touch him!” Glen hollered as he dove under the kitchen table.
    Scott’s eyes darted around the kitchen—searching for something he could use for protection. He thought about grabbing the flyswatter, but no way would that stop Mac.
    Mac swooped under the table and headed for Glen. “Watch out!” Scott screamed. Glen rolled out of the way before Mac could claw him.
    Mac circled the kitchen and landed on top of the refrigerator. And for a minute he just perched there—cackling at Scott and Glen.
    â€œWe’ve got to do something!” Glen cried. “Or we’re going to die!”
    Scott noticed the frying pan sitting on top of the stove. It gave him an idea.
    With one eye on Mac, Scott edged over to the stove and grabbed the pan. He hid it behind his back.
    â€œCome on, you stupid pig-monkey,” Scott called angrily. “Come and get me!”
    â€œAre you