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EnterthelaboratoriesoftheevilDr.Eeek.Thesearelabswithexperimentssostrange…soamazing…soterrifying!Therearesuper-smartchimpsandnever-endingmazes.TherearegrowlingGermanshepherdsandmind-bogglingvirtualreality.OnevisitwithDr.Eeek,andscienceclasswillseemlikekindergarten!

Thescaryadventureisallaboutyou.Youdecidewhatwillhappen.Andyoudecidehowterrifyingthescareswillbe.

StartonPAGE1.Thenfollowtheinstructionsatthebottomofeachpage.Youmakethechoices.

Ifyoumaketherightchoices,youwillescapefromDr.Eeek’sdeadlylabsalive.Ifyoumakethewrongchoice…BEWARE!

Sotakealong,deepbreath,crossyourfingers,andturntoPAGE1toGIVEYOURSELFGOOSEBUMPS!

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“Howdidyougetinhere?”avoicecallsasyouenterthewaitingroomatEeekLaboratories.“Thatdoorissupposedtobelockedatalltimes.”

YouandyourfriendSamjump.Youdidn’tthinkanyonewasaround.

Thenyouspotthereceptionistsittingbehindatalldesk.She’sashort,frizzy-hairedredheadwearingtoomuchlipstickforherthinlips.Sheglaresatyouasifsheexpectsyoutoturnaroundandleave—assoonasyoufigureoutyou’reinthewrongplace.

“I’mlookingformymom,”youtellher.

“Who’syourmom?”thereceptionistasks.Shestartstopackupherthingstoleave.

Youglanceattheclock.It’salmostfive-thirty—quittingtime.

“She’sthenewlabtechnician,”youexplain.“She’sworkingonsometopsecretexperimentsforEeek.”

“Really?ForDr.Eeek?”Thereceptionistgazesatyoususpiciously.

“Yeah—Iguess,”yousay.

Butreally,you’renotsure.Howcomeyourmomnevermentionedhimbefore?Dr.Eeek?Allsheevertoldyouwasthatshehadanewjobinaresearchlab.Youdidn’tknowtherewasamedicaldoctorinvolved.Doctorsgiveyouthecreeps.

GoontoPAGE2.

“AreyousureyourmomworksforDr.Eeek?”thereceptionistgrillsyou.Sheraisesaneyebrow.

Hereyebrowsgiveyouthecreeps.

Infact,thiswholeplacegivesyouthecreeps.

Fromtheminuteyousteppedofftheelevatoronthenineteenthfloor,therewerenosignsoflife.Nooneintheechoinghall.Nothingbutthecreakingelevatordoor.

AndthenyouspottedthedoortoEeekLabs.Yourmothernevertoldyouaboutthat,either.Thedoorlookedlikethedoortoahugevault!Itwasheavysteel—andaboutsixinchesthick.

Yourbestfriend,Sam,pulledasmallhandleneartheedgeofthedoor.Toyoursurprise,thedoorswungopeneasily.

Okay,youtoldyourself.Sotheplacehasaweirddoor.That’snoreasontofreakout.

“Yeah,sheworkshere,”youtellthereceptionist.“Shedoesresearch.”

“Well,takeaseat,”shereplies.“I’msureyourmomwillberighthere.”Thenshepacksupheroversizedtotebagandwalksout.

Yousearcharoundforachair.Thenyouseethem.Acrosstheroom.Thechairsareallorangeplastic—andthey’reallchainedtogether!

SitdownonPAGE3.

Yousitdowninanorangeplasticchair.ButSamdoesn’t.Hestartsroamingaroundthewaitingroom.

“Sowhatmovieisyourmomgoingtotakeusto?”Samasks.

Youshrug.“Whoknows?Butremember,Sam—wepromisedmymomwewouldn’tacttoowildhere,”youwarnwithagrin.

“Yeah,yeah,”hesays.Likehereallycares.Hewandersovertothereceptionist’sdesk.Hepicksupaglassofclearliquidthat’ssittingthere.

It’sprobablyjustwater,but…

“Hey!”youcry.“Don’tdrinkthat!”

Butbeforeyoucanstophim,hedrinksitdown.Samdrainstheglassinonegulp.

Thenhewhirlsaroundtofaceyou.

“Sam!Imeanit!”youmoan.“Wecan’tfoolaround.Thisisasciencelab.”

Hestartstoanswer,butsuddenlyhisfaceturnswhite.Heclutcheshisthroatandgasps.Thentheveinsonhisneckstarttopopout.Amomentlater,hemakesahideousface—asifhe’sturningintoDr.JekyllandMr.Hyde.

Youfreeze.Yourheartpoundswildly.

“Whatdidyoudrink?”youaskhim.

GoontoPAGE4.

Youraceovertothedesk.YoupickuptheglassSamwasdrinkingfrom.Andsnifftoseeifithasasmell.Nothing.

Samburstsoutlaughing.Hegivesyouadevilishgrin.

“Water,”Samsays,pointingattheglass.“It’sjustwater!”

Youcan’thelplaughing,too.YoulikeSam.He’sfunny.Butsometimesyourbestfriendcangotoofar.He’salwaysplayingcrazyjokesonyou.

Samgazesaround.You’resurehe’stryingtofindsomeothertroubletogetinto.

“Maybeweshouldlookformymom,”yousuggest.

AnythingtokeepSamfromgettingintomoretrouble.

Hiseyeslightup.“Greatidea!”hecries.“Maybewecandoourownexperiments!”

Uh…onsecondthought…

Maybeyoushouldjustsittightandwait!

Ifyousitdownandwaitforyourmom,turntoPAGE11.

Ifyoulookforher,turntoPAGE6.

“WhatamIdoing?”Dr.Eeekrepeatsandthenlaughs.“Youwouldneverunderstand,mydearchild.”

Samturnshisheadtostareatyou.Hiseyesarefilledwithterror.“Getmeoutofhere,”hepleads.

“Thereisnowayforyourfriendtosaveyou,”Dr.EeektellsSam.Thenhewalksovertothescarymachineandstartsturningdials.Somethingbuzzes.Somethingelsehums.

“Helpme,”Samcries.“Please.Help!”

Amomentlater,thejarofpicklesstartstoglow.

“Stop!”youscream.YoulungeatDr.Eeek.

ButDr.Eeekthrustsoutahandtostopyou.He’sstrong—evenifheisanoldguy.

“Giveup,”Dr.Eeekcommands.

Butyoudon’tgiveup.YourunovertothetableandripthewiresoffSam’sfeet.Thenyougrabhisarm.

“Let’srun!”yousaytoyourfriend.Dr.Eeekthrowsbackhisheadandlaughs.

“Ha!You’llnevergetoutofhere.Never!”hebellows.“Alltheexitsarelocked.Unless…”

Unlesswhat?FindoutonPAGE76.

“Let’sgolookformymom,”youtellSam.“Butremember—nogoofingaround.Thisisasciencelab.”

“Right,”Samagrees.Hezoomsthroughthewaitingroomdoorintoalonghallway.Youquicklyfollow.

Hmmm.Thehallwayisprettyboring.Justalotofcloseddoorsonbothwhitewalls.Andthere’snowaytoknowwhat’sbehindmostofthem.

Youopenthefirstoneandpeekin.

Bummer.It’sjustthelounge.Atleastthat’swhatitlookslike.Therearetwobeat-upbrowncouches,atable,somechairs,andabunchofvendingmachines.

“Gotanychange?”Samasks.“I’mstarving.”

Youpulloutcoinsfromyourpocket.You’vegotenoughforonlyonesnackselection.Youdropthecoinsintotheslotinthemachine.Youstarttopunchthenumberofyourfavoritecandybar.

Butbeforeyoucanhitthebuttons,ahandsuddenlyclampsdownonyourshoulder!

TurnaroundslowlyonPAGE14.

Youstareatthethingunderthecovers.Yourheartbeatstripletime.

Whatisit?Aboy?Adog?

Oralittlebitofeach?

“Helpme,”hesaysagain.“Please.MynameisJoseph.Dr.EeektriedtoturnmeintoaGermanshepherd,butitdidn’twork.Sonowhe’stryingtoturnmebackintoakid.”

Youdon’tknowwhattosay.Thisissocreepy—sosick!Howcouldyourmotherworkinaplacelikethis?

“I’mstrappeddown,”theboyexplains.Hegesturestowardhishairy,doggyarms.“LoosenthestrapssoIcangetfree.”

“Okay,”yousay.Yourstomachlurchesatthesightofbristlydoghairalloverthiskid’sbody.

Youstarttoundothestraps.Butbeforeyoucanfinish,youhearfootstepsapproaching.

Quick!You’dbetterfindaplacetohide!

IfyouhideinDr.Eeek’sofficeontheothersideoftheroom,turntoPAGE129.

Ifyouhideundertheoperatingtable,turntoPAGE74.

“We’restuck—inDr.Eeek’slab,”youagree.“UnlessyoucanreprogramDr.Eeek’scomputer.”

“Noproblem,”Samsays.“Ilearnedhowtodothatatsummercamp.We’vejustgottofindthecomputerroom!”

Hey—youknewtherewasareasonyoulikedSamsomuch!

YouandSamslapeachotherhighfives.Thenyouracebacktothelab.Dr.Eeekisstilloutcoldonthefloor.

Samsitsdownatthecomputerconsoleandstartstyping.

Thisisweird!youthink.Inreality,youandSamarestillsittingintheblackleatherchairs.Strappedin.Watchingthisvirtualrealitygame.

Butinthegame,you’rereprogrammingDr.Eeek’scomputer—soyoucangetoutofhere!

Samchangestheprograminminutes.Nowthegamehaseverything—theeighteenthfloor,yourmom,andeventhepolicedepartment.It’slocatedrightacrossthestreetfromEeekLabs.

Onceagain,youandSamracedownthehall.Punchtheelevatorbuttons.Zipdowntotheeighteenthfloor.Findyourmom.Andcallthepolice.

Thenthepictureinyourheadsetgoestotallyblank!

TurntoPAGE51.

“Okay,okay!”youscream.“I’lldoit!Justgetthisstuffoffme!”

Thenyoushutyourlipstight.Thegoohascreptupyourthroatandoveryourchin.It’salmostintoyourmouth.

Youcan’ttellwhetherit’sthegoomakingyourthroatfeeltight—orthefear.

Allyouknowisthatyoucan’tbreathe.

Samclawsatthegoo,tryingtopullitoffhisneck.Heaccidentallyhitshisnose,andthegoogoesinit.

“Hurry!”youscreamthroughyourclenchedteethandtightlips.

Thenyousqueezeyoureyesshut.Ifthegooisgoingtochokeyou,youdon’twanttoseeitcoming.

HurrytoPAGE24.

Assoonasthedoorislocked,thechimpsstopplayinggamesandreadingbooks.Thefunandgamesareover.Severalofthemruntothewindowsandpulldowntheshades.

TheOscartakesalabcoatfromahookonthewall—andslipsiton!

Hepullssomethingfromthepocketandputsitinhispalm.ThenhewalksovertoProfessorYzarkandholdsouthishand.

Restingthereisasmallchocolatetreat.

ProfessorYzarksnatchesitandstuffsitinhismouth—asifit’sareward!Oscarpatshimonthehead.ThenOscarpointstoafarcorneroftheroom.

Hey—youdidn’tseethatbefore!

Thewholewallislinedwithlargecages!

“Eeek!Eeek!”Oscarcries,makingthatsamesoundagain.

ProfessorYzarkobedientlyhurriesovertooneofthecages.Hecrawlsinside,liesdown,andcurlsuptotakeanap.

“Uh-oh…”Samcroaks,clutchingyourarm.“Look!”

TurntoPAGE45!

“Let’snotmessaround,”yousaytoSam.“Weshouldwaitformymom.”

Youtakeaseatinoneoftheorangeplasticchairsinthewaitingroom.Samplopsdowninanotherone.

“Bummer,”hesays.“Ithoughtyourmomwasgoingtotakeustothemovies.”

“Sheis,”youassurehim.“Assoonasshegetsoffwork.”

Butyoulookatyourwatchandthink,Uh-oh.She’slateagain.Thishashappenedalotlately.YouhardlyeverseeyourmomsinceshestartedworkingatEeekLabs.Shespendsmoreandmoretimeatthelab.Whenyoucomplainedaboutitthismorning,sheapologizedandgaveyouabighug.Sheofferedtotakeyoutodinnerandthemoviesthatnight.“AndbringSam,ifyouwant,”shesaid.

Youcheckyourwatchagain.It’salmostsixo’clock.Whereisshe?

Suddenly,thedooropens.Ashortwomaninawhitelabcoatstepsintothewaitingroom.ShestaresatyouandSam.Thenshemotionsforyoutocomewithher.

“Sorry.We’vebeenrunninglate,”thewomansays.“I’mVanessa.Followme.”

TurntoPAGE12.

“You’reherefortheRasterexperiment,aren’tyou?”Vanessaasks.“Thepayisfiftydollarscash.Yougetitattheendoftheexperiment.Andittakesonlyabouttwentyminutes.Let’sgo.”

YoulookatSam.Fiftydollars?

Butwhatkindofexperimentisit?

IfyougoalongwithVanessa,turntoPAGE20.

Ifyoudon’twanttotakeachanceontheRasterexperiment,turntoPAGE63.

Youwanttoscream,butnothingcomesout.

Thechimpmovescloser.Closertoyourthroat.

Buthedoesn’tgrabyou.Oreventouchyou.Instead,hereachespastyou—tothebuttonsonthecandymachine.HepointsdirectlyatA-6.

“Hey!”criesSam.“Hewantsyoutogetadifferentcandybar!”

“Cool,”yousay,smilingatthisamazingmonkey.“Butisitokaytogivecandytoachimp?”

Beforeyoucandecide,SampushesthebuttonsforA-6.Achocolatey-peanutythingdropsintotheslot.Samquicklyunwrapsthecandybarandhandsittothechimpanzee.

Hismonstrousteethchompdown—hard—onthecandy.Hefinishesitintwobites—andthenpatsyouonthehead.

Amomentlater,hemotionsforyoutofollowhim.

“Comeon!Let’sseewhathewants!”Samcries.

“Idon’tknow,”youreply.“Ithoughtwewerelookingformymom.Maybeweshouldgobacktothewaitingroom.”

Samrollshiseyes.“Where’syoursenseofadventure?”

Well?Whereisyoursenseofadventure?

Ifyoufollowthechimp,turntoPAGE101.

Ifyougobacktothewaitingroom,turntoPAGE42.

“Wow!”yougasp,asyouturnaround.

It’sabighairychimpanzee!

YouandSamfreeze.Thischimphasyoucorneredinthelounge.Wheredidhecomefrom?Ishefriendly?Ordangerous?Youhavenoideawhathe’lldo.

Andhe’sbiggerthananychimpyou’veeverseen.

Infact,he’satleastastallasyouare.Morelikeagorilla,youthink.Youswallowhard.

“I’veneverseenachimpupcloselikethisbefore,”Samwhispers.

“Meneither,”youwhisperback.

Thechimptiltshishead,staringatyou.Heneverseemstoblink.

Thenslowlyhereacheshisotherbighairyhand—towardyourthroat!

TurnbacktoPAGE13.

“Uh—canIhelpyou?”youasktheteenager,asyouopenthefrontdoor.

“Chimp,”hegruntsinadeepvoice.“Gothim?”

Beforeyoucansayanything,Oscarrushesrightpastyou.Heflingshimselfintotheguy’sarms.Hestrokestheguy’slonghairandplayfullypatshimontheface.Thenthetwoofthemstartmakingchimpsounds—asiftheyknoweachother!

“Thanks,”theguysays,flashingyouasmile.AllatoncehevaultsoveryourporchrailingwithOscarinhisarms.HeleapsintohiswaitingJeepanddrivesoff.

“Wait!”youscream,runningafterthem.

Thiscan’tbetheguytheprofessorsent—canit?

Thenyouseetheguy’slicenseplate.It’soneofthosevanityplates—thekindthatspellsoutasentenceorword.

Youstare,mouthhangingopen,atthesimpleblackletters.

Nooneisgoingtobelievethis,yourealize.Notwhenyoutellthemthechimpwaspickedupbyatanned,half-nakedguywhogruntedanddroveacarwithalicenseplatethatread:

TARZAN

Nah.Don’teventhinkit.

Noway.Couldn’tbe.

Couldit?

THEEND

Dr.Eeekisholdingyoutightbyyourrightwrist.Soyoutakeaswingwithyourleftandtrytosmackhim.Youmiss.

Youkickathimandstartyelling.“Sam!Sam!”youshout.

Dr.EeekshovesyououtintothehallbeforeSamcanreachyou.Downthecorridor.Intoyetanotherlabroom.

Howmanyroomsdoesthisplacehave,anyway?

Plenty!

Thisoneisfilledwithmirrors—onthewalls,thefloor,andtheceiling.There’sabigredswitchontheinsideofthedoor.

Stillholdingyourwrist,Dr.Eeekpullstheswitch.

Youhearabuzzingsound.Thenacrackle.Thenaflashoflightsobright,sointense,youthinkyou’regoingtobeblindedforever.It’sliketheglarefromasuper-hugeflashbulbontheworld’sbiggestcamera.

Thelightshutsoff.Butyoustillcan’tseeforseveralminutes.Finallyyoureyesreturntonormal.Youlookinthemirror.

Hey—whereareyou?AllyoucanseeisahundredreflectionsofDr.Eeek.Dr.Eeek…holdingontoDr.Eeek’swrist!

Waitaminute.Wasn’theholdingontoyourwrist?

FigurethisoutonPAGE50.

Youclearyourthroat.

“Uh,actually,I’vegottogo,”yousaytoDr.Eeek.“I’vegottomeetmymom.”

“I’mstaying,”Samannounces.

Dr.Eeekshrugs.“Asyouwish,”hesaystoyou.“Good-bye.Pleasantmeetingyou.”

YouglareatSamandmotiontowardthedoor.Buthewon’tfollowyou.

Youstepoutintothehallwayalone.

Youstarttowardthereceptionarea.Butthenyouhearavoicecryout.

“Help!Someonehelpme!”

Youfreeze.WasthatSam?Didthesoundcomefrombehindyou?Orwasitinfrontofyou?Youcan’tbesure.

Aninstantlater,youhearthecryagain.

IfyougobackandcheckonSam,runtoPAGE81.

Ifyouthinksomeoneelsemightbeintrouble,hurrytoPAGE99.

Youquicklyturnleft.AndstareatsixGermanshepherdsracingtowardyouintheCanineMaze.Threecomeatyoufromoneside.Threefromtheother.You’retrapped!

Theirneedle-sharpteethdripwithsaliva.Twoofthemfrothatthemouth.Oneofthemhascaked,driedbloodalloveritsface.

Asifithadeatenrawmeat—orsomething—earliertoday.

Don’tscream,youtellyourself.Don’tshowfear.Anddon’trun.

Butwhatcanyoudo?

There’sonlyonewaytocalloffthedogs—withasilverwhistle.

Butdoyouhaveone?

Ifyoumetthehalf-boy,half-dogandgotasilverwhistlefromhim,turntoPAGE127.

Ifnot,turntoPAGE110.

Allofasudden,thesprinklersturnon.Hard.

VERYhard.

Infact,thewatergushesoutsofast,italmostknocksyoudown.Youstumble.Yourfootslipsoffthechair.

GLUG.Waterfillsyourmouth.Instantly,you’renotonlysoakingwet—you’realmostdrowning!

What’shappening?youaskyourselfasyouspitwater.Youstandupandgazearoundthereceptionarea.

Oh,no!yourealize.Waterisgushingoutofthesprinklersofast,theroomisfillingup!

Withinminutes,you’reankle-deepinwater—andit’squicklyrising.

Youcan’tbelievehowfastthewaterpoursout.It’smorelikeNiagaraFallsthanlikeasprinkler!

Yougulp—andthensuddenlyyouknowthetruth.ThisisanotheroneofDr.Eeek’straps!

Theroomseemstobewatertight.Andthewaterisrising.

Rising.

It’suptoyourknees….

CloseyourmouthandholdyournoseuntilyougettoPAGE79.

“Fiftybucks?”Samexclaims.Hiseyeslightup.

“Great,”yousay,grinning.“Whatdowehavetodo?”

“Dr.Eeekwillexplainittoyou,”Vanessarepliesmysteriously.“Followme.”

YoufollowVanessaintoalonghallway.Theplaceisempty—eerilyempty.Closeddoorslinebothsidesofthehall.Vanessa’shighheelsclickonthetilefloorassheleadstheway.

Whereisshetakingyou?

Finally,shestopsinfrontofadoorwithtriplelocks.There’sanintercomboxonthewallbesidethedoor.Shepushesthebutton.

“Yes?”aman’svoicecrackles.

“They’rehere,”Vanessaannounces.

Whyissheactingasiftheywereexpectingyou?

Click.Youhearanelectroniclockunlocking.Thenanother.Andanother.Thedoorswingsopen.Youpeerintotheroom.It’spitch-black.

“Comein,”avoicesaysfromthedarkness.

Findoutwhat’swaitingforyouonPAGE32.

Yougetasinkingfeelinginyourgut,asthemessagesinksin.

You’reonthewrongfloor.Yourmom’slabisdownstairs!

“I’llgiveyouonechance,”Dr.Eeeksaysasthegoostartscreepingbackupyourface.“Onechancetoeitherescape—orfindtheantidote.”

Theantidote?Youmeanthere’ssomethingthatwillreversetheeffectsofthegoo?Awaytomakethisstuffstopgrowingalloveryou?

“Twentysecondsleft,”Dr.Eeekwarns.Thenhecloseshiseyesandstartstocount.

“One,two,three…”

He’scountingprettyfast.

Ifyousearchthelabforanantidote,hurrytoPAGE128.

IfyoubuymoretimebysmearinggooalloverDr.Eeek’srealface,turntoPAGE73.

Youdecidetolookunderthesheet.Whynot?Itcan’tbethatbad.Canit?

Trembling,youwalkovertotheoperatingtable.Sweatbeadsonyourforehead.

Butyou’vegottodoit.You’vegottopullbackthatsheet.

Slowly,youliftjustacornerofthesheet.Youpeekunderneath.Nearthehead.Oratleastyouhopeit’sthehead.It’stheoppositesidefromthesneaker,anyway.

Thenyouliftthesheetjustalittlemore.

Thenmore.

“No!”youscreamwhenyouspotwhat’sunderneaththestainedcover.

“Helpme!”criesaboyaboutyourage.

Oratleastyouthinkit’saboy.

Youcan’treallytell—becausehalfofhisbodyiscoveredinfur!

TurntoPAGE7.

“Dogs?”yousay.“ButIthought…”

“Whatdidyouthink?”Dr.Eeekaskscoldly.

“I,uh…well,Ithoughtthiswasamazethatyouusuallyusedfordogs,”yousay.“Totrainthem,orsomething.Ithoughtwehadtofindourwayout.ButIdidn’tthinkthedogswouldbeintherewithusatthesametime!”

“Youjustdidn’tthink,”Dr.Eeeksaysbriskly.“Ah,well.Toobad.”

Hecrosseshisarmsoverhischestandstaresatyou.

Thisconversationisover.

“Oh,well,”Samgroans.“Comeon.Whatarewewaitingfor?Thesoonerwego,thesoonerwe’llgetoutofhere.”

Sam’sright,youdecide.ExceptthatyoukeeprememberingwhatDr.Eeeksaid.

Bewareofthedogs.Bewareofthedogs.Bewareofthedogs.

Youstepintothemazecorridor.There’sastrangesmellintheair.Likeadogsmell.Itmakesthehaironthebackofyourneckstandup.

CreepdownthehallonPAGE31.

Allatonce,youhearabuzzingsound.

Youopenyoureyes.Dr.Eeekisholdingsomekindofelectronicwanddeviceinhishands.Thedeviceisabouteightincheslongandtwoinchesthick—aboutthesizeofabattery-poweredscrewdriver.

Hepassesthewandintheairoverthegoo,withouttouchingit.Immediately,thegoobeginstofallawayfromyourarms,yourhands,yourface.

Whew!Closeone,youthink.

You’dliketoyankopenthedoorandrunlikecrazy.Butyou’vestillgottowaitforSam.

Dr.EeekpassesthebuzzingwandoverSam.Withinseconds,thegooisgoneforgood.

Orrather,it’slyinginapuddleonthelabfloor.

Dr.Eeekgathersitupinhishands.Hemoldsthegoointoagiantstickywadthesizeofabasketball.

“Howdidyoudothat?”Samasks.Thegoodidn’tsticktoDr.Eeek’shands!

“Nevermind,”Dr.Eeeksays.“Followme.”

FollowhimtoPAGE28.

“Okay,”yougivein.“We’lldoit.Whatdowehavetodo?”

Dr.Eeekjustsmilesslightly.Thenhemotionsforyoutofollowhim.

“Thisway,”heorders.

Heleadsyoudownalonghall,withdoorsonbothsides.Hestopsshortatadoorpaintedgreen.

“What’sinthere?”youwhispertoSam.

“Idon’tknow,”Samsays.“Somekindofexperiment,probably.”

Yeah.Probably,youthink.

UntilDr.Eeekpullsopenthedoor.

GotoPAGE56.

Okay.

Let’sbeclear.Youwanttowormyourwayoutofthismess.Whichmeansyouwantanotherchancetofacetheevil-minded,twisty-facedDr.Eeek.

Right?

Right.

Soundsreasonable.

Soallyouhavetodoisproveoneofthefollowing:

A)You’llbreakoutinhivesifyoureadthewordsTHEENDonemoretimeinthenextfiveminutes.

B)Youknowthedifferencebetweencreepy,spooky,andscary—andyoucanspellallthreecorrectly.

C)Betweenyouandyourbestfriend,you’vereadeverysingleGOOSEBUMPSbookinexistence—andyouhaven’thadnightmaresonce.

IfyoucanhonestlyclaimA,B,orC—congratulations!Yougettostartagain—andmakeabetterchoice—onPAGE17.(Hint:HelpSamthistime.)

Ifnot,turntoPAGE104.

“Letgo!”youshoutattheoctopus.Yougrabataspearthat’shangingneartheedgeoftheoversizedtank.Youjabtheoctopuswiththespear.Thehuge,gray-blacktentaclejerksback.ThenyoureachinthetankandjabthetentaclearoundSam’sneck.

Inkyblackliquidsquirtsoutintothewater.Foramoment,youcan’tseeathing.

Thenallatonce,Sambobstothesurface.

“Thanks!”heshouts.Yougivehimahandoutofthetank.

Thetwoofyoudryoff,usingtowelsthatseemtobewaitingforyou.ThenSamducksintoalockerroomtofindachangeofclothes.Whilehe’sgone,Dr.Eeekwalksintotheroom.

Hey—isn’tthisstillvirtualreality?What’shedoinghere?

“Well,well,well,”Dr.Eeeksays.“Howarewedoing,people?Havinganiceswim?”

Oh,no!Yousuddenlygetit.You’vegottodefeatDr.Eeekhere—inthevirtualrealitygame!Onhisownturf!

Youtrytododgeandrunaroundhim.Buthegrabsyouonthewrist.Yourrightwrist.Youwereplanningtoslughim.

Nowwhatareyougoingtodo?

Ifyouareright-handed,turntoPAGE16.

Ifyouareleft-handed,turntoPAGE88.

Dr.Eeekleadsyouintoanadjoiningroom.Twobigblackleatherchairswithpaddedheadrestsstandsidebyside.Thechairslooklikeairplanecockpitconsoleseats.Theysitallaloneinthemiddleoftheempty,darkenedroom,facingatwo-waymirror.

Thenyounoticesomething.Eachchairhasaheadsetontheseat.LiketheheadgearSamhaswithhisvirtualrealitygame.

“Haveaseat,”Dr.Eeekinstructs,pointing.Heclearlywantsyoutotaketheseatontheright.HepointsSamtothechairontheleft.“Andputontheheadsets.”

You’reabouttositdownwhenyounoticesomethingelse.

Straps.Onthearmsofthechairs.

Itlooksasifhe’splanningtostrapyouin!

Ifyousitdownandputontheheadset,turntoPAGE35.

Ifyou’drathergetoutofthere—FAST!—runtoPAGE113.

YouandSamrundownthehalltothecaninelab.

Luckily,Dr.Eeekisnowheretobeseen.

Thenyouspotsomethingthatmakesyourheartleapintoyourthroat.Yourmom’sothershoe!It’slyingonthefloor,wedgedintheopeningofanotherdoor.Acrossfromtheoperatingroom.

Insmallblackletters,asignonthedoorreads:CANINEMAZE.Youpickuptheshoeandpushthedooropen.

Instantly,thesoundofsnarling,growling,barkingdogsfillsyourears.

“Weird!”Samsays,staringintotheCanineMazehallway.

Straightahead,youseeatwisting,turningcorridor.Muchnarrowerthanaregularhall.

Andthenyouseeher.Yourmom!

She’strappedattheendofthatnarrowhall—surroundedbyfiveangryGermanshepherds!

They’vegotherpinnedagainstthewall.

Andthey’removinginforthekill!

Quick!Dosomethingbeforetheyturnherintochompedmeat!

SprinttoPAGE59.

“There’sgottobeawayout—doesn’tthere?”Samcries.

“Idon’tknow.Ican’trememberwhatDr.Eeeksaid.Maybethemazejustgoesaroundandaroundincircles—forever!”youshriek.“Maybewe’lldieofstarvation.Orrunoutofair.Maybetheonlywayoutisthatdoorbackthere—theonehejustlocked.”

YouandSamdon’tsayanythingforthenextfewminutes.Butyou’rebothbeginningtosweat.Theworstpartisthesilenceinthemaze.Thedeadsilence.Itdoesn’tevenechoalittle.Theonlysoundisthesoundofyoursneakers—andSam’sthickhikingboots—onthetilefloor.

Andthesmell.Thatdoggysmell.It’sgettingstronger.

Andstronger.

Thenallatonceyoucometoafork.Achoice.Themazecorridorgoeseitherleftorstraightahead.

Youlookleft.Youseeonlyashortpieceofhallwayandthenanotherturn.

Straightahead,thehallwayseemstostretchonforalong,longtimewithoutturning.

Whichway?

Togoleft,turntoPAGE18.

Togostraight,turntoPAGE130.

Youtakeafewmorestepsforward—fartherintothemaze.

BLAM!

Thedoorslamsshutbehindyouwithaclang.

Nowyoureallyaretrapped.

“Whichway?”Samasks.

“Don’tbedumb,”yousnap.“Wehaven’tcometoachoiceyet.Justkeepgoingstraight.”

Youcontinuewalking.Thehallwaytwistsandturnsfivetimes.Left.Right.Right.Left.Leftagain,butatanangle.Still,youaren’texactlylost.Youcouldeasilyturnaroundandgobackthewayyoucame.

Butyourheartpoundswildly.Youfeellikeananimalcaughtinatrap.Justknowingthatit’samaze—thatthere’sonlyonewayout….

Thenithitsyou.“Hey,”youcalltoSam,swallowinghard.Yourvoicesoundshigh.YouhopeSamdoesn’tnoticehowfreakedoutyouare.“DidDr.Eeekactuallysaytherewasawayoutofhere?”

GoontoPAGE30.

Youstepintothedarkroom.Alightflasheson.

“Well,well,well.Whathavewehere?”saysanoldermaninawhitelabcoat.Hehasgrayhairandasoft,pudgyface.

“Ournexttwoappointments,”Vanessaexplains.Shetucksastrandofherlongbrownhairbehindherear.“They’reherefortheRasterexperiment.”

“Really?”themansays.Hepusheshiswrinkledfacerightuptowithinaninchofyournose.Hestaresyouintheeye.

Youtrytogazeaway.There’ssomethingoddabouthim.Aboutoneofhiseyes.Itlooksasifhisrightcheekhasbeenpulleduptomeettheeye—andbeenstapledthere.Itgiveshimaweirdsquint.

Thenyounoticesomethingelse.Hislabcoatisonbackward.

“I’mDr.Eeek.Areyousureyou’reherefortheRasterexperiment?”themanasks.

“Yeah—definitely,”Saminsists.“Whatdowehavetodo?”

“Thatalldepends,”Dr.Eeeksayswithanevil-soundinglaugh.“Whatareyouwillingtodo?”

DecideonPAGE64.

Youstareatyourimageinthechromepanel.

Thegoohasgrownupoveryournose,eyes,hair—andallthewaydownthebackofyourhead.Infact,itcoverseveryinchofthetophalfofyourbody.

Fromthewaistup,you’regreenandsticky-gooey.Youlooklikeacreaturefromacheapsci-fifilm.Fromthewaistdown,youlooklikearegularkid.

Luckily,thegoodoesn’tchokeyou.Youcanbreathethroughit—andyoucansee.Itjustmakeseverythinglookgreen.

Whentheelevatorreachesthenextfloor,thedoorsopen.Andyourmomgetson!

“Mom!Hi!”youtrytosay.Only,thesounddoesn’tcomeout.

“Aahhhhh!”shescreams,spottingyouandSam.“Aliensfromouterspace!”

Andshecallsherselfascientist?

Well,badnews.Ifyourownmotherthinksyou’reanalien,whatdoyouthinktheUnitedStatesmilitaryisgoingtodowhentheygetalookatyou?

That’sright.It’stimetolearnhowtosay,“WrxtRinp”—whichisMartianfor…

THEEND.

YoudecidetohideinDr.Eeek’soffice.Yourunin,shutthedoor,andlockit.

Youduckdownsoyoucan’tbeseenthroughtheofficewindow.Thefeelingofbeinghuntedisterrifying.Yourheartracesamileaminute.

CLOMP.CLOMP.

Someone’scoming.Youcanhearhisfootstepsgettingcloser.Closer.

Heisintheoperatingroomnow.Youhearhimbumpintothemetaltablethatthehalf-dog,half-boyislyingon.

CRASH!Metalinstrumentsclatterandclangtothefloor.

“Clumsyme,”Dr.Eeeksays.“Excuseme,Joseph.IhopeIdidn’thurtyourhand…er…paw…justthen.”

Yourheartpoundsevenharder.WhatifDr.Eeekcomesintohisoffice?

TurntoPAGE57.

YouandSamsitintheblackleatherchairs.Dr.Eeekplacestheheadsetsonyouandstrapsyoubothin.Thevisor-gogglesontheheadsetcoveryoureyes.Everythingisdark.

ThenyouhearDr.Eeek’sfootsteps.He’swalkingovertoaconsole.Hepuncheskeysonakeyboard.Allatonce,yourheadsetpopstolife.

“Amazing!”youcry,staringatthegraphicsinyourvisor.

Intheheadset,youseeavirtualrealityscenethatissolifelike—it’sevenbetterthanreality!Eventhoughyouarestrappedinachair,itfeelsasifyouarereallythere.

Where?

Hawaii—orsomekindoftropicalSouthSeasisland.Youseeyourselfwalkingalongarockycliffnearalagoon.Palmtreesswayallaround.Tropicalbirdsareeverywhere.Theairissoftandwarm.Thewateristurquoiseblue.Youwonderwhatitwouldbeliketojumpintothatbeautifulwater—seventyfeetbelow.

Uh-oh.Watchout—yourthoughtsarecontrollingthisgame!Inthenextinstant,youstarttofall…fall…

“Aaaaaahhhhhh!”youscreamatthetopofyourlungs.

Youareabouttosmackyourheadontherocksbelow!

GotoPAGE43.

“Ihaven’tdoneathingtoyourmother,”Dr.Eeeksays.“Butyousee,you’vemadeaterriblemistake.Yourmotherdoesn’tworkhereatEeekLabs.SheworksatEIKLabs—elsewhereinthisbuilding.Soifyoueverwanttoseeheragain,you’llhavetogetoutofmylaboratory.”Hegivesyouaslow,wickedsmile.“AndI’mafraidthatjustisn’tlikelytohappen.Unless…”

Unlesswhat?FindoutonPAGE76.

HelpDr.EeekwiththeRasterexperiment?

“Noway,youcreep!”youshoutatDr.Eeek.“You’renotgoingtoexperimentonus!”

Thenyoulungeathimwithyourgooeyhands.Youtrytosmearsomeofthegooonhim.

Itstickstohishands—butitdoesn’tseemtobotherhim.

“Ha-ha-ha!”Dr.Eeekshouts,tossinghisheadbackandroaringwithlaughter.

What’ssofunny,youwonder.

You’renotlaughing.Thegreengooiscreepingintoyournosenow.YouglanceoveratSam.Heseemstobeinatrance.Thegooiscoveringhismouth.

Neitherofyoucanbreathe!

Findoutwhat’ssofunnyonPAGE44.

Rightaway,youknowyou’reinanoperatingroom.

Tiledwalls,metalcabinets,steelsink.Heartmonitors.Cabinetsfullofrubbergloves.Surgicallightsaboveastainlesssteeloperatingtable.Lumpyobjectsunderastainedhospitalsheet.

Waitaminute.

Lumpyobjectsunderastainedhospitalsheet?

HurrytoPAGE47.

Staycool,youtrytotellyourself.Butyoucan’t.Yourbloodispumpingthroughyourveinsatonehundredmilesanhour.

Allyoucanthinkis:Thephonewentdead!Dr.Eeekmusthavecutthelines!Nowyou’llnevergetoutofhere—unlessyoucomeupwithanotherplan.QUICK!

AndthenyourememberSam.Strappedinthatblackleatherchair.Trappedinsomehorribleversionofvirtualreality.Clutchinghisthroat.

Andscreamingforhislife!

Suddenly,youglanceupattheceilingandnoticetheemergencysprinklersystem.Theonesthatturnonbythemselvesduringafire.Hey—maybethere’sawaytotriggerthosesprinklers—andbringthefiredepartmenttothelab!

Ontheotherhand,thatcouldtakealongtime.Andtimeissomethingyoudon’thave.

MaybeyoushouldrunbacktothelabwhereSamistrapped.Andtrytosavehimyourself.Inthevirtualrealitygame.

Whatdoyouthink?

Ifyousetoffthesprinklers,turntoPAGE114.

Ifyourunbacktotheroomwiththeblackleatherchairs,haveaseatonPAGE105.

Maybeyou’dbetterliedown,youdecide.

Yourkneesfeelsoweak,youcanhardlystand.Youglancearoundforsomeplacetosit.Butthereisn’tanything.

“Oh,well,”yousay,asyoustretchoutrightthereonDr.Eeek’soperatingroomfloor!

Withinseconds,youfeelyoureyesclosing.Suddenly,you’resotired.You’vejustgottogetsomesleep.Andmaybethen…

ZZZZZZZZZZZ.You’reoutlikealight.

Snoringaway.

Afewhourslater,youopenyoureyesagain.

“Mom!”youcry,sittingstraightupinbed.Inbed?

No.Itcan’tbetrue.Butyougazearound—anditistrue!You’rehomeinyourownbed.

Youblinkonce.Twice.How’dyougethere?

“Wow,youmusthavebeenhavingaterribledream,”yourmomsays.“Youweretalkingandmoaningallnightinyoursleep.”

Youmeanthiswasalljustadream?Itneverhappened?

“Anyway,whydon’tyouvisitmynewlabtoday,”yourmomgoeson.“Comerightafterschool.I’llshowyouaround.Thenwe’llgotodinnerandamovie.AndbringSam.”

Uh-oh.Hereyougoagain!

THEEND

Dr.Eeekleadsyoudownalongwhitehallway.Doorslinebothwalls.Allthedoorsareclosed,whichgivesyouthecreeps.What’sgoingonbehindthem?

Finally,Dr.Eeekopensadoorontheright.G-LABisprintedonthedoor.

“Isthisyourmom’slab?”Samwhispers.

“Whoknows?”youwhisperback.

“Rightthisway,”Dr.Eeekinstructs.HestandsasidesothatyouandSamcanenterfirst.Inside,theroomiscrowdedwithallthestandardlabequipment.Tables,sinks,beakers,Bunsenburners.Jarsofstrange-lookingthings.

Butyourmomisnowhereinsight.

Thenyounoticeablobofthick,oozygreenstuffsittingononeoftheblacklabcounters.ItlookslikeacrossbetweenmintytoothpastegelandSillyPutty.It’sthesizeofaJell-Osoftball.

Andit’sglowingsoftly.

“What’sthat?”Samasks,pointingatthegreengoo.

“This?”Dr.Eeeksays.Hepicksuptheblob.“Here—catch!”

Hetossestheblobofgoorightatyou!

CatchitonPAGE96.

“We’dbetternotmessaround,”youtellSamasyoubackawayfromthechimp.“Let’sgobacktothewaitingroom.Imeanit—now!”

Reluctantly,Samfollowsyou.Thetwoofyouwatchthechimpthewholetimeyoubackoutoftheroom.

Whenyoureachthedoor,thechimptiltshisheadtoonesideandwavesgood-bye.Helooksreallysadtoseeyouleave!

Thenyouhurrybackdownthehalltothewaitingroom.It’sstillempty.Butamomentlater,themaindoor—theonethatlookslikeavaultdoor—swingsallthewayopen.Andyourmomsweepsin.

“Thereyouare!”sheexclaims.“Iwasafraidthiswouldhappen.You’reinthewrongwaitingroom!Comeon.”

Shenodsherheadtowardtheelevatorsinthehall.

“Whatmoviearewegoingtosee?”youask.

“We’retoolateforthemoviesnow,”shesays.“Ithinkwe’lljustgohomeandgotobed.”

BORING!

Seewhathappenswhenyouhavenosenseofadventure?

THEEND

Withallyourmight,youtrytothrowyourbodyawayfromtherocks.

Itworks—butjustbarely.Youalmostgrazetherocksasyoudropdirectlyintothelagoon.Yousinkforaminute.Thenyougiveakickandshootbacktothetop.

Goodthingyoucanswim!

Youclimboutofthewaterandsitontherockstodryoff.Thesunwarmsyou.Prettysoonyourclothesarenearlydry.

Thisisfreaky!youthinktoyourself.Ifit’sjustavirtualrealitygame,whydoyouactuallyfeelsodamp?

Thenyouheararustlingsoundinthebushes.Beforeyoucanjumpup,aten-foot-longKomododragondartsoutatyou!

Youscream.You’vereadenoughaboutKomododragonstoknowhowdangeroustheyare.They’retheworld’slargestlivinglizards!Andthey’refast,too.Thisguycouldjumpatyou,chompdownonyourstomachwithhisjaggedteeth,andkillyouinaflash.

Youcan’tdecidewhethertofreezeorrun.

Butyou’dbetterdecidesomething—andfast!

FreezeonPAGE75.

OrrunlikecrazytoPAGE86.

Slowly,Dr.Eeektakeshisrighthandandbeginstopickataspotonhisleftwrist—justabovethegobofgooyousmearedonhim.

Yougasp.He’spullingoffhisskin!

No,yourealize.He’spullingoffathin,lifelikerubberflesh-coloredglove—aglovethatlooksexactlylikehisrealhand.

Sothat’swhythegoodidn’thurthim!

Amomentlater,hereachesupandpullsoffaskintight,lifelikemaskthat’scoveringhisface.

“No!”youshoutwhenyouseehisrealface.It’snotthesamefaceasthemask.Instead,hehasthepasty,pudgyfaceofamanyourmomonceshowedyouinapicture.Amanwhowasfiredfromherlab—forbeingtotallycrazy!

“You’reHerbertWimplemeyer,thecrazedscientist!”youtrytoshout.

Butthegreengooiscreepingintoyourmouth.Hisnamecomesoutsoundinglike“WerbertDumplemurr.”

“Ihateitwhenpeoplecan’tpronouncemyname!”Dr.Eeekgrowls.

TurntoPAGE119.

Asyoustareatthecages,yougetahorriblesinkingfeeling.Youseethatseveralofthecagesareoccupied.Butnotbychimps.

Bypeople!They’realladults.Mostofthemarewearinglabcoats.Andallofthemareasleep.

Samjabsyouintheribsandpoints.Thatwomancurledupinthecageinthecorner—it’sthethin-lippedreceptionist!

NowonderthehallsofEeekLaboratoriesweresoempty!

“Hey,what’sgoingonhere?”Samshouts.

Oscarsmilesatyou.Achimpsmile.Thenheletsoutaseriesofeeks.

Youcan’tunderstandchimpanzee.Butifyoucould,you’dhearOscarsaying,“We’restudyinghumanbrains.Humansareverysmart.Andphysicallythey’realotlikechimpanzees.Thereismuchwecanlearnfromthem.”Thenhepatsyouonthehead.“We’reespeciallydelightedthatwenowhavetwohumanchildrentostudy,”hegoeson.“Itshouldbeveryinteresting!”

YouandSambackaway.Youdon’tunderstandwhathejustsaid.Butasyoustumbleintothelockeddoor,you’reprettysureyouunderstandoneveryimportantscientificfact.Thisisdefinitely…

THEEND.

Itworks!

TheGermanshepherdsstopchargingatyou!

You’redoingit!You’remakingthembackdown!Onebyone,theGermanshepherdsturnaroundandruntheotherway.

“Let’sfollowthem.Maybetheyknowawayout!”youwanttosaytoSam.Butyoucan’ttalk.You’restillahumanbeinginside.Butyou’vegotthebodyofadog!

Andthenyouthink,Waitaminute.Whyfollowthem?They’rejustdogs.

YouandSamhavegottofindawaytoturnyourselvesbackintokidsagain!

Youwatchthedogsforaminute.Theyreallyseemtoknowtheirwayaroundthismaze.

Well,whichisit?

Doyouwanttofollowthedogs?

Orwanderthemazebyyourselves?

Ifyoufollowthedogs,turntoPAGE123.

Ifyouwanderthemazebyyourselves,turntoPAGE52.

You’reafraidtolookunderthesheet—andafraidnotto.Whatisthatlumpyobject?Isthatwhatwascryingoutforhelp?

Youpeercloser—andnoticeakid’ssneakerpokingoutfromunderthesheet!

Youfeelsolight-headed.Youthinkyou’dbetterliedown.

Butwhere?

Nowayareyougoingtoliedownintheoperatingroom!

“Help,”aweakvoicesays.“Please—helpme.”

Youswallowhard.Yourheartpounds.Theroombeginstospin.

Doyoudarelookunderthatsheet?

Ifyoulookunderthesheet,turntoPAGE22.

Ifyouthinkyou’dbetterliedownfirst,turntoPAGE40.

Youbreakoutinhives.

Littlebumpspopoutalloveryourbody.Onyourface.Yourneck.Yourarms.Yourhands.

Evenyourtongueiscoveredwithreddish,swellingbumpythings.

Butthehivesarenothingcomparedtothefeelingofthegreengoo.It’sslidingintoyournose,yourmouth,evenyoureyes.Itfeelslikeamillionsnakes,slinkingtheirwayintoyourairpassages.You’regoingtosuffocateanysecond.

Allatonce,Samseemstosnapoutofatrancehe’sbeenin.Hespringsintoaction—andrunsrightatDr.Eeek.

“Haveatasteofyourownmedicine,doctor,”Samyells.Thenhesmearssomeofthegreengobbygooonthedoctor’sface.

“Argghhhhhh!”Dr.Eeekscreamsinterror.

Heboltsoutoftheroom.Andfromthelookonhisface,youfigurehe’sheadingfortheantidote!

FollowhimtoPAGE80.

“Larryisholdingatoothbrush,”youtellDr.Eeek.

“Amazing!”hecries.“YouareatrueGOOSEBUMPSexpert!”

YougrinatSam.“Sohowdowegetoutofthelabnow?”youaskeagerly.

“TheCanineMaze,”Dr.Eeekreplies.

“Huh?TheCanineMaze?”yourepeat.You’resureyoumusthaveheardhimwrong.“ButyousaidtherewasanotherwayoutifIansweredyourquestionright!”

“Toobad.Ilied,”Dr.Eeeksneers.“It’stheCanineMazeforthebothofyou.”Dr.Eeekshiverswithdelight.Hehurriestopushabigredbuttononthewall.Ahiddendoorontheoperatingroomwallswingsopen.

YouandSamnervouslypeerinside.Youcantellit’samazebecausethishallwayismuchnarrowerthantheregularhall.Toonarrow,youthink.Plusyoucan’tseeanydoorsinthemaze.Allyoucanseeisthatthemazetwistsandturnsalot.

Ifyougoin,willyouevergetout?

Dr.EeekgesturesforyouandSamtoenterthemaze.“Enjoyyourselves,”hesayswithanevilgrin.“Oh,andbytheway—bewareofthedogs.”

Dogs?Whatdogs?FindoutonPAGE23.

Yourthroattightens.Yourstomachtightens.Theonlythingthatdoesn’ttightenisthegriponyourwrist.

That’sbecauseDr.Eeekletsgoofit.Thenhelaughs.

“Well,well,well,”hechortles.“Howdoyoulikeit?I’vetransformedyouintoaperfectcopyoftheperfectperson—me!”

Youfeelperfectlysick.

“No!”youshout.“Youcan’tdothis!”

ButDr.Eeekisn’tlistening.He’sopeningupacloset.He’stakingoutaraincoatwithabighood.He’sputtingiton.

Itcovershisuglyhead.

“Solong,”hesaystoyou.“Sorrytoleaveyoulikethis,butI’vegottogo.Yousee,I’vebecomeratherunpopularwiththegovernmentlately.Toomany‘unusual’experiments,theysay.SoIneedtogetoutofthecountry.Sorrytosay,I’mleavingyouhereinmyplace.”

Thenherunsoutoftheroom.Youneverseehimagain.

Oh,well.Whocares?Thisisonlyvirtualreality,right?

Suddenly,theimagesinyourheadsetstop.Youseenothingbutblack.Andthestrapsloosenonyourwrists!You’refree!

Orareyou?

FindoutonPAGE93.

Youstareattheblankscreeninyourheadset.Thenslowly,youraiseyourarmsandtaketheheadsetoff.

Hey—howdidyourarmsgetloose?Aminuteagotheywerestrappeddowninthatblackchair.Weren’tthey?

Youblinkandgazearoundtheroom.

“Welcomeback,”asmilingfacesayswhenyoureyesfinallyfocusontherealworld.

Mom!She’sstandingrightinfrontofyou—withthepolice!AndDr.Eeekisstilllyingonthefloor,outcold.

“Mom!”youcry.“Howdidyougethere?”

“Youcamedowntotheeighteenthfloorandfoundme,”shesays.“Remember?AndthenIcalledthepoliceand—”

Butthatwasjustinthevirtualrealitygame.Wasn’tit?

Youshakeyourheadanddon’tsayanything.Whybother?YouandSamaresafenow.AndDr.Eeekisgoingtojail.Thepolicetellyoutheyfoundallkindsofcreepystuffinhislabs.Includingagianttoadthatcansing!

“Agianttoadthatcansing?”Samasks.Asmilecreepsacrosshisface.Thenheboltsoutoftheroomanddashesdownthehall,searchingforit.

Uh-oh.Hereyougoagain!Maybethisreallyisn’t…

THEEND.

Youdecidetowanderthemaze.

“Woof!”youbarkatSam.

Youtrotofftoexplorethemaze.Samfollowsslowly.PrettysoonyoufindyourwaybacktothedoortotheCanineMaze.TheonethatDr.Eeeklocked,whenheputyouinthemaze.

Youliedownandwait.Afterall,Dr.Eeekhastoopenthatdoorsometime,doesn’the?

Yup.

Ittakesafewhours,buthefinallyopensit.

Andyouattack!Youspringathim,snarling,snapping.Yousinkyoursharpteethintohisankle.Grrrr!Youhatethetasteofhispantleg.Butyoudon’tcare.

Youchompdownasifyourlifedependedonit.

Whichitdoes.

“Yeooowwwwwch!”Dr.Eeekcries.Hestaggersbackward,tryingtoshakeyouoff.

Butyouwon’tletgo!You’revicious!You’reananimal.

You’regoingtohangontohisleguntilhegetsthemessage—andturnsyoubackintoahumanbeing!

HangontillyougettoPAGE60.

Yourmouthfallsopenasyoustarethroughthelabwindow.Toyouramazement,thelabisfilledwithchimps!Butthey’renotjustmonkeyingaround.They’redoingcoolthings—playingcheckers,paintingpictures,andreadingbooks.

“Look!”Samsays.“Thosetwochimpsareplayingvideogames!Wow!Canyoubelievetheirscores?”

“Whatkindofresearchareyoudoinginhere?”youaskProfessorYzark.

“Studyingthebrainsofchimpanzees,”heexplains.“Chimpsareverysmart.Andphysicallythey’realotlikepeople.Thereismuchwecanlearnfromthem.”

Oscargivestheprofessoranudge.Ahardnudge—asifhewantssomething.

Theprofessorjumpsalittle.Thenheturnstoyou.“Oscariswonderingifyou’dcaretogoinside,”ProfessorYzarksays.Henodstowardthenextroom.“Toseetheresearch…upclose.”

“Sure!”Samcries.“Canweplayvideogames?”

“Oscarwouldlikethatverymuch,”ProfessorYzarkreplieswithastrangesmile.

What’shesmilingabout?youwonder.

“Comeon!”Samurgesyou.“Whatareyouwaitingfor?”

Ifyougointotheroomwiththechimps,turntoPAGE67.

Ifnot,thenthinkofanexcuseonPAGE108.

Dr.Eeekleadsyoudownthehallway.Pastadozencloseddoors.Aroundacorner.

Then,allatonce,youseeit.Ahospitaloperatingroom.Dr.Eeekpushesopenthetwoswingingdoors.

“Huh?”youchoke,gulpingloudly.“Wherearethedogs?Where’sthecaninelab?”

“Thisisit,”Dr.Eeekreplies.Hehandsyoutwohospitalgowns.“Getchanged.”

Getchanged?Ishekidding?Don’tyouneedyourparents’permissionforthingslikethis?

“Uh,I’vechangedmymind,”youmumble.“IthinkI’dbetteraskmymomaboutthis.”

“Toolateforthat,”Dr.Eeekdeclares.

Thenheputshishandsonyourshouldersandpushesyouthroughtheswingingdoors.

Hey!youthink.Hecan’tpushyouaroundthisway!

PushbackonPAGE103.

Whatwasthatbrownstuffyouate?Whateveritwas,ithasturnedyouandSamintoGermanshepherds.

Dr.Eeekissneakierthanyourealized.Thatfoodmachinewasatrick—andyoutookthebait.

YougrowlatSam.Hegrowlsback,showinghissharpcanineteeth.

Okay,okay,youthink.You’llbackdown.Sam’sbiggerthanyouare,anyway.

YouglanceawayfromSamandputyourtailbetweenyourlegstolethimknowthathe’sincharge.He’s“topdog.”

Thenyoubackoutoftheway,sothatSamcanlickthelastscrapsofthebrownstufffromthefloor.

Aminutelater,thehaironthebackofyourneckstandsup.Yousmellsomething—moredogs!Youcanhearthemcoming,too.Theirsharpnailsclickonthetilefloor.

Bigtrouble,youthink,beginningtopanic.YouandSamaretrappedinatinyopeningattheendofthatnarrowinghall.

Inadeadend.

Thinkquick!Whatareyougoingtodo?

Ifyourunoutandattackthepackofdogs,turntoPAGE126.

Ifyourolloverandplaydead,turntoPAGE89.

“Hey—it’sarestroom!”youcry.

“Here,”Dr.Eeeksays,handingyouabucketandamop.“Cleanup.”

“Cleanup?”youexclaim.

“Correct,”Dr.Eeeksays.“Floors…sinks…allofit.Iwantitallscrubbedandspotlessbeforeyouleave.”Thenhemarchesoutoftheroom.

Cleansinks?Hewantsyoutocleansinks?

ThenyouandSamglancearound.“Weird,”youmutter.“Lookatthosesinks!”

“They’resohigh!”Samexclaims.“They’realmosteightfeetofftheground!”

“Iwonderwhatkindofguyneedsasinkthattall?”youask.

Aninstantlater,thedooropens.Ahumongoustwelve-foot-tallkid—akidyourage—stompsintotherestroom.

“Hi,”hesaysinaboomingvoice.Thenhenoticesyoustaringathisheight.“Yeah,Iknow,”hegroans.“I’mafreak.Dr.Eeekdidthistome.Butyouguysarelucky.Yougettocleansinks.Whateveryoudo,don’tdotheRasterexperiment.”

Cleansinks?youthinkagain.Hey—gladly!Anyday!Andwhenyou’redone,youcanwashyourhandsofthiswholecreepymess!

THEEND

Don’tbesilly.OfcourseDr.Eeekisgoingtocomein!Thisishisoffice,yougoof.He’sgotthekey!

Didyoureallythinkyoucouldlockhimoutofhisownoffice?

You’reinbigtroublenow.

Youronlychanceistowormyourwayoutofthis.

GotoPAGE26.

Theonlyspeckoflightanywhereistheglow-in-the-darkfaceonDr.Eeek’swristwatch.

Inthedarkness,youcanfeelhimbendhisheadtolookatit.Hegroans.

“What?”youask.

“Nothing,”Dr.Eeeksays.“It’sjustthatthey’rerightontime.”

“Who?”youask.

“Theelectriccompany,”Dr.Eeeksays.“I’mafraidIhaven’tpaidmyelectricbillforthepastthreemonths.Theythreatenedtoturnoffthepowerat7:00P.M.ifIdidn’tcomeupwiththecash.Iguesstheyweren’tkidding.”

Kidding?Nope—theyweren’tkidding.

Andyou’renotlaughing,either.Why?Becauseittakesabiggulpofairtolaugh.Andyou’reoutofairin…

THEEND.

“Off!”youyellatthedogs.

YoulearnedthatbywatchingashowonTVabouthowtotraindogs.

Yourmomstartslaughing.“Oh,dear,”shesays,chucklinghardereveryminute.“Whatonearthareyoudoing?”

“I’mtryingtosaveyourlife!”youshriek.“Ithoughtthosedogswere—”

Yourmomislaughingsohardnowthatshe’scrying.Butshemanagestopullasmallsilverwhistleoutofherpocket.Sheblowsit.Instantlythedogsstopbarkingandrunaway.

“Thosedogs,”yourmomexplains,wipinghereyes,“arepartofmyresearchatthelab.Didyoureallythinkthey’dhurtme?”

Yourheadisspinning.Somuchhashappened!

“Butwhataboutyourshoes?WhataboutDr.Eeek?”youcry.

“Oh,Iletthedogsplaywithmyshoes,”yourmomsays.“Theylikeit.AndasforDr.Eeek,I’msurehetriedtoscareyou.He’sjustalittlecrazy.Ignorehim.”

Ignorehim?Isshekidding?He’salunatic!

Butyourmomsoundssosincere.You’reabouttogoalongwithher.Andthenyouseeit.Thebeautymark.

What’sgoingon?FindoutonPAGE124.

“Letgo!Letgo!”Dr.Eeekscreams.

Heshoveshishandintothepocketofhiswhitelabcoatandpullsoutasilverwhistle.Heblowsithard.

AAAAAAHHHHH!Thesoundiskillingyou!It’ssoloud.Itpiercesyourears.Youwanttoyowlandscream.Butyoudon’t.Youjustsinkyourteethintohisleg.Andbiteharder.

“Oh,dear,”Dr.Eeekmoans.“You’renotadog.You’rethatkid!”

GRRRRRRR-Right!Yougrowl.Youhopehegetsthepoint.

“I’llturnyoubackintoahuman!”hecries.“Justletmego!”

Hey—you’renotthatdumb!Youdon’tletgo.

Withyoustillattachedtohisleg,Dr.Eeeklimpsintoanearbylabroom.Heopensawhitemetaldrawerandscoopsoutaredpill.ItlookslikeanM&M—onlymuchbigger.It’saboutthesizeofaverylargegrape.

Heoffersittoyou.“Here.Eatthis,”Dr.Eeeksays.“Itwillturnyoubackintoaperson.Ithink.”

Hethinks?Waitaminute.Doesheknowwhathe’sdoing—ornot?Oristhisatrick?Toswallowthepill,you’llhavetoletgoofhisleg.Shouldyoudoit?

Ifyouswallowthepill,turntoPAGE106.

Ifyouwon’topenyourmouth,turntoPAGE100.

Uh-oh.You’renotquitetallenough.Nomatterhowmanytimesyoujumpandleapandthrowyourselfintotheair,youcan’tquitereachthatbutton.

Soon,you’redog-tired.Youliedownonthefloor,pantingfromexhaustion.Youcoveryoureyeswithyourpaws.Youdon’tevenwanttolookattheworld.Youknow,inyourlittledoggyheart,thatyou’renevergoingtogetoutofthere.You’llbeadogforever.

Buthey—thatisn’tallbad,isit?Therearesomegoodthingsaboutbeingadog….

Likewhat?

Likethefactthatsoonerorlater,Dr.Eeekwillwanderintothemaze.

Andyou’vegotabig,strongjaw…fulloflong,pointyteeth!

Revenge?

Youbet.

Sure,you’readog.Butwhosaidyoualwayshavetobeman’sbestfriend?

THEEND

“It’snotthatmuchfarther,”yousay.“Let’skeepgoing.”

“Okay,”Samagrees.

“Thehall’ssonarrow,we’dbetterwalksinglefile,”yousuggest.“Yougofirst.”

“Nah—youfirst,”Samcounters.

“No,really.Afteryou.”

Howlongcanyoukeepthisup?

Notlong.Finallyyoupullacoinoutofyourpocket.Youflipit.“Heads,I’llgofirst.Tails,yougofirst,”youtellSam.

Flipacoin.Ifitcomesupheads,turntoPAGE68.

Tails—turntoPAGE91.

“Noway,”youtellVanessa.“We’renothereforanyexperiment.We’rewaitingformymom.”

Vanessanarrowshereyesatyou.Herdarkhaircascadesoverherlabcoat.ShelookslikethewitchinSnowWhite.

“Waithere,”Vanessainstructs.“I’llgetDr.Eeek.”

Amomentlater,anoldermanwithgrayhairwalksthroughthedoor.Dr.EeekiswearingawhitelabcoatjustlikeVanessa’s.Buthehashisonbackward.Hisfaceissoftandfleshy,andthere’ssomethingoddabouthisrightcheek.Thefleshlooksasifithasbeenpulleduptomeethisrighteye—andthenstapledthere.Itgiveshimaweirdsquint.

“Well,well,”Dr.Eeekbegins,squintingatyou.Hesoundslikeaschoolprincipalwho’sjustcaughtyoustealingfromthesnackmachine.“WhatcanIdoforyoutwo?”

“I’mjustwaitingformymom,”youannouncefirmly.

Heasksyourname,andyoutellhim.

“Ah,yes,”Dr.Eeeksays.“Followme.”

FollowhimovertoPAGE41.

Dr.Eeekistooweird,youdecide.Youstarttobackoutoftheroom.ButSamstillhasdollarsignsinhiseyes.

“Whereareyougoing?”Samwhisperstoyou.

“Outofhere,”youdeclare.

“Noway,”heinsists.“I’mstayinguntilIgetthemoney.”

Dr.Eeekgrins.Hecantellyouarehavingsecondthoughts.

“Howbadcanitbe?”Sammuttersunderhisbreath.“Imeanseriously.Yourmomworkshere.It’sgottobeasafeplace—right?”

Younodhalf-heartedly.

Butwhereisyourmom,anyway?

Asifhecanreadyourmind,Dr.Eeekspeaksup.“Actually,”hesays,“I’mnotsureyou’rerightfortheRasterexperiment.Ithinkyoutwoaremoresuitedtosomething…”

Heletshisvoicetrailoff.

“…else,”hefinallysays.

Thissoundsworseeveryminute!

IfyoudowhateverDr.Eeektellsyoutodo,turntoPAGE25.

Ifyouchickenout,turntoPAGE17.

Youquicklyrollthereceptionist’sswivelchairacrosstheroom.Youplantitbehindthedoorsoyou’llbeinpositiontoambushwhoever’scoming.Thenyousearcharoundforaweapon.

Theremustbesomethingyoucanusetoconkthepersononthehead!

“Howaboutthis?”Samasks,handingyouthetelephone.

“Hey—goodidea!”yousay.Youholdthephoneoveryourheadlikeaclubandwait.Youstandontheswivelchair.

Thedooropens,andVanessawalksin.

Youlungeforwardwiththephone.Youreachout,tryingtosmackherwithit.

Butsuddenlytheswivelchairswivels,thenslides.

Whoops…thewheelsarerolling…rolling…you’relosingyourbalance…and…

BAM!

Thechairrollsoutfromunderyou.

Youflyforwardandhitthefloor.

Amomentlater,everythinggoesblack.

GotoPAGE69.

Youblowthesilverwhistleagain.Harderthistime.

Butstill,nosoundcomesout.

What’swrongwiththisthing?youwanttoshout.Butyourvoiceisparalyzed—withfear.

Youblowonemoretime.Stillnosound.Butjustthenyounoticesomething.Thedogsarebackingdown!Allsixofthem.Theystopbarking.Stoplungingatyou.Andallsixofthemsit!Theyjustsitdownontheirbackhaunchesandstareupatyou,asifthey’rewaitingforfurtherinstructions.

“Cool!”Samexclaims.“Thatmustbeadogwhistle.Youknow—theymakeahigh-pitchedsound.Peoplecan’thearit,butdogscan.Wheredidyougetit?”

“It’salongstory.I’lltellyoulater,”yousay,wipingthesweatoffyourbrow.“Comeon—let’sfindawayoutofthisplace.”

LookfortheexitonPAGE97.

Whynottakeaquicklookaroundthelab?youthink.

Afterall—yourmomneverletsyoudoanythinglikethis.Shenevershowsyouanyofthiscoolstuff.Thismightbeyouronlychance.

“Yeah—we’dlovetoseethechimps,”youtellProfessorYzark.

ProfessorYzarksmiles.Oscarjumpsupanddown.

“Good,”ProfessorYzarksays.Quickly,heushersyouandSamthroughtheconnectingdoor.

Assoonasyouwalkin,allthechimpsglanceup.TheystareatyouandSamwithoutmakingasound.

Weird,youthink.

Youholdverystill,notwantingtoscarethechimps.That’swhyyoudon’tnoticewhat’shappeningbehindyou.

Oscarthechimpisslammingthedoor…

Andlockingitwithakey!

Hey!What’sgoingon?

FindoutonPAGE10.

Thecoincomesupheads.

YougulpandsqueezepastSam,soyoucanleadtheway.

Onestepatatime,youcreeptotheendofthecorridor.

Thewallsgetnarrower…narrower….Infact,they’reonlyaboutafootapartnow.Youcanhardlysqueezethrough.

Butnowthatyou’realmosttotheend,younoticesomething.Thewallsdon’tcometoapoint.Thecorridorisjustsuper-narrowforaboutfifteenfeet.Andthenthere’sanopening!

Youturnsideways,suckinyourstomach,andedgeyourwaytotheendofthehall.

Totheopening.Andthenyouseeit!

GoontoPAGE72.

Youwakeupinthewaitingroom.Vanessaistoweringoveryou.AndSamiscrouchingbesideyou.

“Areyouokay?”Samasks.

Beforeyoucananswer,Vanessareachesintoherlabcoatandpullsoutaspraycan.There’sasignonitinbigredletters.Itreads:

SLEEPINGSPRAY—THEDEADLYDUSTOFNIGHTFALL

ShepointsthecaninyourdirectionandPssssss!—shespraysitinyourface.TheninSam’s.

Thenshestartstosing.“Lullaby…andgoodnight…”

YouglanceoveratSam.Hehasslumpedtothefloor.Hiseyesareclosing.Soareyours.Butbeforeyoufallintoadeep,deepsleep,youhearhimspeakhislastwords.

“Thephone…Imeanyoushoulduseittocall911,”hesays.

Oh,yeah.Thatwouldhavebeenagoodidea!

Well,maybenexttime.

Butthistime,you’regoingtolullabyland—andtheydon’thaveanyphonesthere.Justagreatbigsign,withbigredlettersonitsaying…

THEEND.

YoucallDominick’sPizza.

“Hello,mayItakeyourorderplease?”thevoiceontheotherendofthelinesays.

“Help!You’vegottohelpme!”youscreamintothephone.“I’mtrappedinEeekLabsand—”

“EeekLabs?Okay,soyouwantyourusual—alargehalf-mushroom,half-pepperoni.It’llberightthere.”

“No,wait!”youscream.“I’mtrappedhere!You’vegottocomegetmeout!”

“Hey—isthisaprank?”theguyatthepizzaplacesays.

“No!It’snotaprank!I’mlockedinwithDr.Eeek,andhe’sdoingsomethingterribletomyfriend,and—”

Thelinegoesdead.

HurrytoPAGE39.

Youcan’tbelieveit!

Yourclothesaretorn!Yourarmsandlegsarescratchedandbleedingfromthethornsinthepricklybushes!

“How—?Whathappened?”youcry.“Ithoughtthatwasjustvirtualreality.”

Dr.Eeekgivesyouanastysmile.“Nevermind,”hegrumbles.“Yourpartoftheexperimentisover.Youarefreetogo—ifyoureallywantto.Or…”

Orwhat?Ishenuts?Ofcourseyouwanttoleave!

UntilyougazeoveratSam.He’sstillstrappedintohisblackleatherchairwithhisheadseton—andhe’sclutchinghisthroat.Hestartstoscream.

“Help!”Samcries.“Please—someone!Help!”

“AsIsaid,youmayleave,”Dr.Eeeksays.“Oryoucanreturntothevirtualreality—Sam’sreality—andtrytosavehim.”Dr.Eeeksnickers.“Withoutyou,I’mafraidhe’snotgoingtomakeit.”

Oh,no!You’vegottodosomethingtohelpyourfriend!Butwhat?

Ifyou’rewillingtoputontheheadset,turntoPAGE105.

IfyourunoutofthereandtrytofindsomeonetohelpSam,turntoPAGE84.

“Whatisit?What’sinthatroom?”Samdemands.

Aslowgrinspreadsacrossyourface.

“Isitawayout?”Samaskseagerly.

“Nope.”Youshakeyourhead.“Butit’ssomethingalmostasgood.”

“What?”Samasks,soundingalmostgrouchy.

“Vendingmachines!”youshout.YouwhirlaroundtogiveSamahighfive.

“Yes!”hesays,squeezingthroughthenarrowhallandintotheopeningwithyou.

Youdidn’tnoticeitbefore,butyou’restarving.Yourstomachhasbeengrowlingforhalfanhour.

Youcheckoutthemachines.They’rethekindwithaglassglobefullofcandyorbubblegum.Butinsteadofcandy,theyhavesomekindofbrowncrumblystuffinthem.Maybeit’snuts,orsomethinglikegranola.

“Oh,no,”yousay.“Healthfood.”

“Whocares?”Samcries.“I’mstarving.”

True.Youarestarving.Andbesides,themachinesdon’thavecoinslots.Couldallthisstuffbefree?

FindoutonPAGE83.

“Youslime!”youshoutatDr.Eeek.

Hiseyesarestillclosed,sohedoesn’tseeyoucoming.Youleapathimwithyourgoo-coveredhands.Yousmearthegooonhischin,mouth,andeyebrows.

“Ha-ha-ha!”Dr.Eeekshouts,tossinghisheadbackandroaringwithlaughter.

What’ssofunny?youwonder.

Andthenithitsyou—haven’tyoubeenthroughallofthisbefore?

That’swhenyouseehimreachbehindhisear—andpeeloffanothermask!

Oh,no,yourealize.Hemaybecrazy—buthe’salsoverysmart.

Smarterthanyou.

Nowwhatareyougoingtodo,hotshot?

Nevermind—itdoesn’tmatterwhatyoudobecauseDr.Eeekwillalwayshaveanothermaskunderneaththefirst.Youcan’tslimehim.Youcan’tescapehim.Andguesswhatelse?

Yourtwentysecondsareup!

Say“Gooo-bye.”Becausethisis…

THEEND.

Areyoukidding?You’regoingtohideundertheoperatingtable?

Thinkagain.Thesheetthat’sdrapedoverthehalf-boy,half-dogwillonlyhalfcoveryou.

Whichmeansthatthiswasonlyahalf-bakedplan.

Dr.Eeekhurriesinandspotsyouimmediately.

“Ah-ha!”heexclaims.Heleersatyouandrubshishands.“Iseeyou’vedecidedtostayalittlelonger—andcooperate.”

Beforeyoucanscrambleaway,Dr.Eeekgrabsyou.Heforcesyoutodrinkafoamingpurpleliquid.Thenhehooksyouuptosomemachines…andinhalfanhour,he’sturnedyouintohalf-kid,half-dog,half-basketball!

Hey—that’stoomanyhalves!

ButtrytellingthattoDr.Eeek.Hedoesn’tcare.

Youlookinthemirrorandshriek.Thebasketballhalfisattachedwhereyouusedtohaveahead!

Ifyouhavehalfabrain,you’llmakebetterchoicesnexttime.

Butthen,youprobablydon’thavehalfabrainanymore—doyou?

THEEND

Youfreeze.Youholdperfectly,completelystill.Youdon’tevenbreathe.Youdon’twanttoattracttoomuchattention.

Howniceofyou!TheKomododragonreallyappreciatesyourcooperation.

CHOMP!

Hedoesn’tevenhavetousehistailtoknockyoutotheground.Hejustdigshisrazor-sharpteethintoyoursideand…Let’sjustsayyoumakeatastysnack.

What’swrong?Youdidn’texpectittoendthisway?Youthoughtthiswasjustvirtualreality?Youthoughtitwasjustagame?

Sorry.Itmightbevirtualreality—butit’stheonlyrealityyou’vegotrightnow!

Andifit’sjustagame,YOULOSE!

GAMEOVER

“You’llnevergetoutofthelab…unlessyoucanfindyourwayoutoftheCanineMaze!”Dr.Eeekwarns.

Hepullsathislabcoattoadjustit.It’spracticallychokinghim,sincehe’swearingitbackward.Buthedoesn’tseemtothinkthereisanythingwrong.

Hestrokeshischin,thinking.YouareprettysurefromthelookonDr.Eeek’sfacethathe’scookingupahideousplot.Thenhenods.

“Yes—I’dsaythat’syourbestchance,”Dr.Eeekdeclares.“TheCanineMaze.Unless…”

“Unlesswhat?”youcry.

“UnlessyouknowtheanswertothisspecialGOOSEBUMPSquestion,”Dr.Eeekreplies.

“Excellent!”youshout.“I’maGOOSEBUMPSexpert.”YouslapSamahighfive.

“Okay,”Dr.Eeekbegins,“inthebookMyHairiestAdventure,whenLarryfirstnoticesthethickblackhairgrowingonhishands,whatisheholding?Atoothbrushorahairbrush?”

Ifyouthinkit’satoothbrush,turntoPAGE49.

Ifyouchooseahairbrush,turntoPAGE116.

“Noway!”youshoutatDr.Eeek.“I’mnotgoingtobeyourguineapig!”

Then,withthegoogrowingalloveryourface,youturnandboltforthedoor.

“Comeon,Sam!Let’srun!”youtrytosay.

Thetwoofyousprintlikeworld-classathletes,downthehalltothewaitingroom.Andluckily,thatbigvaultdoorinfrontisstandingslightlyajar.Soyouzoomintothehallandcatchadownelevator.

“Ewwww—yuk!”ateenagegirlintheelevatorcrieswhensheseesyou.

Uh-oh.Thegreenstuff.It’sgrossingherout.

“Idon’tknowwhatshe’scomplainingabout,”Samsays.“Imean,lookather.Herskinisgreen!”

Yeah,youthinktoyourself.Andsoisherhair…andherclothes…and…

Hey,holdon.Everythinglooksgreentoyou!

Thenyoucatchaglimpseofyourselfinahighlypolishedchromeelevatorpanel.That’swhenyourealize—thegoohascompletelycoveredyourhead!

TakeanotherlookatyourselfonPAGE33.

“Don’teventurnaround,”youwhispertoSam.“Justkeeponwalking.”

Thetwoofyouhurrydownthehall.Pastthemanylabdoors.Headingstraighttowardthereceptionarea.

“Mymomwillprobablybewaitingforus,”youassureSam.

“Yeah,”Samreplies.“Andthenwecangetoutofthiscreepyplace.”

“You’vegotit,”yousay,tryingtoconvinceyourself.

Butwhatifshe’snot?

Youpullopenthedoortothewaitingroom—andgasp!

There’sasnarling,growlingGermanshepherdstandingthere—blockingtheonlyexit!

Andhehassomethingyourecognizeinhismouth!

HurrytoPAGE115.

“Help!”youscreamatthetopofyourlungs.

Butwhyscream?youaskyourself.

Dr.Eeekisn’tgoingtocomehelpyou.AndSamcan’t.He’sstrappedintothatblackchair.Andthatvaultdoorissupposedtobe“lockedatalltimes.”Thereceptionistsaidso.

Sowhodoyouthinkisgoingtoopenitandrescueyou?

Thepizzadeliveryguy,ofcourse!

Aninstantlater,thefrontdooropens—andtheDominick’sPizzaguywalksin.

“Hi,”hesays,asthewatergushesoutintothehallway,soakinghislegs.“Here’sthepizzayouordered.Half-mush,half-pep.Right?”

Youstareathim,open-mouthed.Hedoesn’tevenseemtomindthathe’sgettingwet.

“Howdidyougetinhere?”youaskhim,dumbfounded.

Heholdsupakey,danglingfromalongchain.“Dr.Eeekordersalmosteveryday,”heexplains.“Sowe’vegotakey.Wejustletourselvesinandleavethepizza.Wesendhimabilleverymonth.Thisiswhatyouwanted,right?”

Youshakeyourhead.Thisisunbelievable!

BelieveitonPAGE120.

YoufollowDr.Eeekasheracesdownthehall,pullsopenanotherlabdoor,andhurriesin.

Inside,thereisanenormousglassboxwithahingeddoor.Dr.Eeekdashesintothechamberandtriestopullthedoorclosed.

“Notsofast!”youshout.YouandSamdashintotheboxwithhim.

It’slikecrammingthreesweatypeopleintoaphonebooth.Toocloseforcomfort.Andyoucantellthereisverylittleairinside.

Butwhocares?TheminuteDr.Eeekclosesthedoor,awhitegasfillsthebox—andthegoodissolves!

Youwereright!It’stheantidotebox!You’resaved!

Except…

“Howcomethisdoorwon’topen?”Samasks.Hebangsonthehandle.

“Hey—howcomethelightsjustwentout?”youcry.

Youstareintothetotalpitch-darknessofthelab.

You’relockedinanairtightboxwithacrazyperson!

TurntoPAGE58.

“Sam!”youcall.Yourushbacktotheroomwhereyoulefthim—theonewiththreelocks.

Luckilytheyaren’tlocked.Youyankopenthedoor.

Samsitsblindfoldedatatableinsidethesmall,emptyroom.Heholdsaspooninhishand.

Infrontofhimarethreebowlsofcereal.

Dr.EeekstandsbehindSamwithaclipboardandapencil.

“Whichonetasteslikesugar-coatedPing-Pongballs?”Dr.Eeekasks.“Whichonetasteslikecinnamonpotatochips?Whichonetasteslikemoldyhay?”

Huh?Atastetest?

That’sall?

Yousmackyourforehead.Whatajerkyou’vebeen.AndSam’sgoingtogetfiftydollarsforthis!

“Uh,Dr.Eeek,”yousay.“Isittoolatetochangemymind?I’dliketodothisexperiment,too.”

Dr.Eeeklaughs.“I’msorry,”hesays.“Thisexperimentisover.ButI’dbehappytouseyoubothinmycaninelab.”

Caninelab?Whatsortofexperimentsishedoingwithdogs?

TurntoPAGE111.

Quickly,youtrytopullthesticky,glowinggreenstuffoffSam’shands.Butit’sreallystuck!Youcangetonlyabouthalfofitoff.

Andguesswhat?

Nowyourhandsarestucktogether,too!

“Havefun,people,”Dr.Eeeksays.Hesalutesyoubriskly,withaquicksnapofhishandoverthatweirdeye.Thenheshufflesoutoftheroom.

Forthenextfewminutes,youandSamstrugglewiththegoo.Youclawatyourhandsandyourarms,tryingtopullitoff.Butit’snouse.Thestuffistoosticky.

Andit’sgrowingthickerallthetime.

Withinminutes,thegoohasgrownallthewayupbothofyourarms—andit’sstartingtoencircleyourthroat!

Justasitslidestowardyourmouth,Dr.Eeekreturns.

“Well,people,howarewedoing?”hesayswithanevilsmile.“Arewereadytocooperatenow?BecauseIcangetthatstuffoffyou—ifyou’rewillingtodotheRasterexperiment.”

IfyoucooperatewithDr.Eeek,turntoPAGE9.

IfyousmearsomeofthegooonDr.Eeek,turntoPAGE37.

IfyoujustRUNLIKEMAD!—turntoPAGE77.

Samtwistsaknob.Ahandfulofthebrownstufftumblesdownthechute.Itisfree!

“Whatisit?”youask,peeringcloselyatthefoodinSam’shand.

“Whocares?”Samreplies.Hepopssomeofitintohismouthandstartstochew.“Ithinkit’sgranola.”

Slowly,youturnthecrankonthevendingmachine.Youputafewpiecesofthestuffinyourmouth.Atfirst,itjusttastessortofsalty.Butthen…

“Yuk!”youyell,spittingitoutonthefloor.

Ifyoudidn’tknowbetter,you’dthinkthisstuffwasdogfood!

“Takeanotherbite,”Samsays.“It’sgood,onceyougetusedtoit.”

Samkeepsturningthecrankandeatingthegranola.Hestuffsallhispocketswiththebrowncrunchyfood.It’sSam’spolicynever,evertoturndownanythingthat’sfree.

Howaboutyou?Doyouwanttotakeanotherbite—ornot?

Ifyes,turntoPAGE107.

Ifno,turntoPAGE94.

NowayareyougoingtoletDr.Eeekstrapyouinthatchairagain.

“I’mfreetogo?ThenI’mouttahere,”yousay,wavinggood-byeandwalkingoutoftheroomcasually.

Assoonasyou’reoutoftheroom,youbreakintoarun.Feetpounding,youracedownthehalltowardtheemptyreceptionarea.Dashtothedoorand…

Butwaitaminute.Thatthicksteelvaultdoorislocked—andyoucan’tgetout!

Quickly,youpickupthephoneonthereceptionist’sdesk.Youdialyourmom’sworkphonenumber.

Whereversheis—maybeshe’llanswerthephone.

Ring…ring…ring…ring…ring…

Youletitringtentimes,butthere’snoanswer.

Oh,no.You’vegottodosomethingtosaveSam—quick!

Yourhandsaresweaty.Yourheartisbeatinginyourthroat.Youcan’tthinkofanythingtodo.

Soyoucalltheoneotherphonenumberyou’vememorized.

TurntoPAGE70.

Youbendover,loweringyourarms—er,uh,frontlegs!—tothefloor.

Frontlegs?Yikes!Youglancedownandyourheartalmoststops.Yourarmshavefuronthem!

Yourtonguehangsout,andyoubegintopant.Andsniff.

Yousniffthefloor.YousniffSam’sfrontlegs.

Sam’sfrontlegs?Yikes,again!

Oh,no,youslowlyrealize.YouandSamhaveturnedintodogs!

BeagooddogandturntoPAGE55.

Nowayyou’restickingaroundwithaKomododragon—youRUN!Youdashintothebushesandsprintlikecrazy.Butthebushesarefilledwithpricklythorns.

TheKomododragonisonyourtail—sortof.Youdon’treallyhaveatail—hedoes.Buthe’schasingyou.

Youtrip,andhemanagestosinkhisbig,jaggedteethintoyourshoe!

Youstumbletoyourfeetandruninazigzagpattern.YoureadsomewherethatKomododragonscan’tmakequickturns.Youhopethiswillhelpyouescape.

You’reright.TheKomododragongivesup.It’sfast—butitcan’thanginthereverylong.Itstopschasingyouandturnsaroundtogotheotherway.Finally,youdroptotheground,deadtired.

Dr.Eeektakestheheadsetoffyou.“Theexperimentisover,”heannounces.Butwhenyouglancedownatyourarmsandlegs,youscream!

FindoutwhyonPAGE71.

“Uh,thisistooweird,”youtellSam.“I’mgoingback.”

Youturnaroundandretraceyoursteps.Backtotheplacewhereyoucouldhaveturnedleft.

Ahhhh—thisismorelikeit.Atleastthehallwayisn’tmakingyoufeelall-closed-innow.Youtaketheleftfork.

Dogsmell.

Thenyouturnright.

Moredogsmell.

“Thisplaceisfreaky,”youwhispertoSam.“Icansmelldogsallaroundme.Butit’ssoquiet.Wherearethey?”

Wherearethey?

BeforeSamcananswer,youfindout.Allatonce—asifthey’vebeenreleasedfromapensomewhere—youheardogsracingtowardyou,barkingsavagely!

Barkinginfrontofyou.Barkingbehindyou.

“We’vegottogetoutofhere!”Samshouts.“There’sanotherleftturnupahead.”

“Wecan’tgetout,”youshriek.“They’recomingfromeverydirection!”

Samdoesn’thavetimetoanswer.Becauseatthatinstant,thedogsarrive!

HurrytoPAGE18.

Youpullyourlefthandbackandmakeafist.Thenyouwindupandthrowthepunchofalifetime.

POW!

ItdecksDr.Eeek,easy.He’soutcold.

ThenyouandSamrunattopspeed.Outofthelab.Downthehall.Tothewaitingroom.Whenyougetthere,thebigvaultdoorisstandingopen.

Yourheartpounds.Sweatdripsfromyourhair.Youcanhardlybelieveyou’vefinallyescapedthatmadman!

Youdashintothehallandhammerontheelevatorbutton.Youthinkifyoupressitmoretimes,it’llarrivesooner.

Finally,theelevatorcomes,andyouandSamstepin.

Youpressthebuttonfortheeighteenthfloor—onefloorbelow.That’swhereyourmom’sofficeis,right?

Theelevatorgoesdownonefloor.Butwhenthedooropensoneighteen,yougasp.

Youarestaringintonothing.

Notaroom.Notahallway.Justemptyspace.

Utternothingness!

TurntoPAGE90.

Youdecidetoplayitsafe.Youcowerinthecornerbythedog-foodmachine,waiting.Lyingstill.

Prettysoon,youhearthemcoming.Sixblood-thirstyGermanshepherds.Running.Barking.Barking.Running.Morebarking.

Thesoundfillsthesmallcorridorandhurtsyourears—whicharemoresensitivenowthatyou’readog.

Finally,thedogsraceintothesmallopeningwhereyouandSamarehiding.

Youdon’tmove.Youjustliethere,pretendingtobeasleep.

Germanshepherdsaren’tgoingtoattackoneoftheirownkind,arethey?

Unfortunately,youmaythinkyou’readog,butthedogsdon’t.Theycansmellyourhumanblood—andthey’vebeentrainedtoattack!

Rememberhowyoudecidedtorolloverandplaydead?Well,badnews.You’renotpretendinganymore.

THEEND

“Whatisthis?”Samasks.Youbothpeerintotheemptinessinfrontofyou.

Youthinkquickly.ItlooksliketheblankscreenyousawbeforeDr.Eeekturnedonthevirtualrealitymachine.

Thenyougetit.“It’snothing,”youtellSam.“BecauseDr.Eeekdidn’tprogramit!Hedidn’tprogramtheeighteenthfloor—ormymom—oranythingelseinthisbuilding.”

“Oh,no,”Sammoans.“Thenwe’restuck?”

GotoPAGE8.

Thecoincomesuptails.

Okay,youthink.Samcanleadthewaydownthenarrowinghallway.Thatwillgiveyouachancetolookaround.

Youstarttoexaminethefloor.Thewalls.Theceiling.Maybethere’sanotherwayoutofthisplace….

Hey—what’sthatcrackinthewall?

Youstaretoyourleftandseewhatlookslikeaslidingpanel.Youpressonit.Itslidesopen.Youstop,frozen.Youpeerintothepassageway.Whatisthatinthedarkness?

“Sam!Hey,Sam!”youwhisper.“There’ssomethinghere!”

“Huh?”Samwhirlsaroundandstaresintothedark,too.

Alargeshapeloomsintheblackness.

“Sh-shouldwecheckitout?”youstutter.

Samsquints,tryingtoseewhat’sahead.Nothingmoves.“Sure,”Samreplies,withashrug.“Let’sgo.It’sprobablyjustashadow.”

YouandSaminchintothepassageway.

AndthenyourealizethatSamwaswrong.Thatthingisnotashadow.

Youholdbackascream.YougrabSam’sarmandpoint.

Toseewhatawaitsyouinthedarkness,turntoPAGE121.

Congratulations.YouleapintotheairandBINGO!Youhitthebuttonwithyournose!

Allatonce,apieceofthewallslidesopen,revealingastairwell.YouandSamrunin.Yousniff.Somethingsmellsfamiliar.

Sniff-sniff-sniff.

Whatisthatsmell?

Andthenyourealize:It’syourmom’sperfume!

Youfollowthescentdownthestairstothefloorbelow.Toadoorthatisclosed.Youbarkuntilsomeonecomestoopenit.Whoisit?

“Mom!”youtrytocrywhenyouseeher.Youjumpuponher,barkingandwaggingyourtail.

“Getdown,”shescolds.“Whatareyoudogsdoinginhere,anyway?”

Thensheturnsandcallstosomeonebehindher.“Hey,Harold,comehereandlook.Apairofdogs!TheyprobablyescapedfromEeek’slab.”

“Mom,don’tyourecognizeme?”youwanttoask.Butallyouareabletosayis,“Woof.Woof-woof-woof.Woof.”

GoontoPAGE118.

Youtearofftheheadsetandjumpoutoftheblackleatherchair.

“Sam!”youshout.“Let’sgetoutofthisplace!”

Samglaresatyou,hiseyesfullofhate.

“Whatdidyoudowithmyfriend?”hecries.

“Sam!It’sme!”youshout.“Iamyourfriend!Ijustdon’tlooklikemyself.Dr.Eeekturnedmeintoacopyofhim.”

Samshakeshisheadandbacksawayfromyouasfastashecan.Yourunafterhim.Butforsomereasonhe’smuchfasterthanyou.Hereachesthewaitingroomfirst,thendials911.Hestandsonthedesksoyoucan’treachhimwhilehetalksonthephone.

Whycan’tyoureachhim?Becausenomatterhowhardyoutry,youcan’tseemtoclimbuponthedesk.Yourlegshurttoomuch.Youhavecreakyoldjoints—causedbyarthritis!

Arthritis?Thatoldperson’sdisease?Ofcourse!You’reDr.Eeek—afifty-eight-year-oldman!Badluck.You’vegotbadbreathandabadback,too.

Beforeyouknowit,thepoliceareontheirway.Theyarrestyoufordoingexperimentsonkids.AndwhenSamtellsthemthatyouaremissing,theythrowyouinjailforkidnapping,too—andthrowawaythekey.

THEEND

“Nothanks,”yousay,makingaface.

Thatbrowncrunchystufftastesgross!

YouturnyourbackonSamandtakeapeekaroundthecorner,intothehall,toseeifanyone’scoming.Afterall—youareinacaninemaze.AndDr.Eeekdidsaybewareofthedogs.

Andbesides—itgivesyouthecreepstobehere.Trappedinatinyroomattheendofaskinnyhall.

Thenyousmellitagain.Dogsmell.Butstronger.Andreally,reallyclose.

Youhearagrowl.Behindyou!Yourmusclestighten.Youwhirlagain—justintimetoseeSamtransformingintoadog!

“No!”youcryout.Youwatchashiscanineteethgrowlonger!Thenthehair.Theshortbrownhair.Itpopsoutalloverhisarms.Orreally,hislegs.Hisfourlegs.

“Sam!Stopeatingthatstuff!”youscream.

Butit’stoolate.Inthenextinstant,thetransformationiscomplete.Sam’saGermanshepherd—andhe’sreadytoattack!

Well,Dr.Eeektoldyoutobewareofthedogs.Toobadhedidn’ttellyoutobewareofyourbestfriend!

THEEND

“Thisway!”youshouttoSam.Youturnleftandrundownthelongwhitehallway.

Inaminute,youreachadoorattheend.Youyankitopen.

BINGO!

You’rebackinthewaitingroom!

“Wedidit!”Samyells,slappingyouahighfive.“Let’sgetoutofhere!”

Butjustasyou’reabouttoracetothefrontdoor,youfreeze.It’sthatvaultdoor—theonethat’ssixinchesthick.Onlythere’sonebigproblem.

There’snohandleontheinside.Nodoorknob.Nothing.Nowaytoopenit.

“Maybeitpushesopen,”yousay.Youraceacrosstheroomandlungeatit.Ouch!Youramyourshoulderintothedoor,butitdoesn’tbudge.

“We’retrapped,”Sammoans.“We’relockedin!”

Oh,no,youthink.Andthenyouhearfootsteps!Someone’scoming.ProbablyDr.Eeek.Whatnow?

Maybeyou’dbetterhidebehindthedoor—andambushwhoevercomesin.

HideonPAGE65.

Theblobofgreengoofliestowardyou.Samdivesinfrontofyouandcatchesit.It’sanoldhabitofhis.Hoggingtheball.

Dr.Eeekchuckles.“Nicecatch,”hedeclaresinadeep,sinistervoice.“Howdoyoulikemynewinvention?”

Samstaresdownathishands.Hiseyebrowswrinklewithworry.Thegreengooisstickingtohishands—andhecan’tseemtogetthemapart!

“Whatisthisstuff?”Sammoans.

“That’soneofmyverybestexperimentalresults,”Dr.Eeekreplies.“IcallitmyG-substance.Gforgreen.Gforglowing.Gforgooey.”

“HowaboutGfor‘Getitoffme?!’”Samshrieks.

Yougasp.ThestuffseemstobegrowingupSam’sarm!

“Ah,yes,”Dr.Eeeksays.“AndIforgottomention.Gforgrowing,too.”

“Help!”Samscreams.Thegooslowlycreepsupbothofhisarms,towardhisface.

Quick!HelpyourbestfriendonPAGE82.

Ittakesabouttwentyminutes,butyouandSamfinallydoescape.YoufindanemergencyexitdoorintheCanineMaze.Itleadsintoastairwellthatleadstothefloorbelow,whichiswhereyourmom’slabhasbeenallthetime.

Youhurryintoheroffice.She’sbentoveramicroscope,lostinherwork.

“Oh,hi!”yourmomsays,lookingatherwatch.“IguessIforgotthetime.Readyforamovie?Ithoughtwe’dgoseethenewsciencefictionfilmaboutthecrazyscientistwhotrapsthesetwokidsand—”

YouandSamglanceateachotherandrollyoureyes.

“Holdit,Mom,”youinterrupt.“SamandIwerethinking.We’dratherdosomething…uh…alittlelessexciting.Couldwejustgohome,eatpizza,watchcartoons,andthengotobed?”

Yourmomstaresatyoublankly.

“Uh,okay,”shereplies.“ButIhatetothinkyoucameallthewaytomylabfornothing.Isn’ttheresomethingfunwecoulddo?Howaboutifwestoponthewayhomeandgetascarybooktoread?”

YouandSamrollyoureyesagain.Ascarybook?Now?

“Nottonight,Mom,”youtellher.“Nottonight!”

THEEND

“Sure,”youinsist.“Anything.”

Dr.Eeekdoesn’tevenchuckle.Hestraight-outlaughs.Abig,roaring,throwing-his-head-back-and-laughing-in-your-facelaugh.

“Great!”hecries,rubbinghishandstogether.

Samstaresatyouandjustshakeshishead.

“Notme,”Samsays.“I’llstayhereandtakemychancewiththedoggything.”

Youwavegood-byetoSam.Dr.Eeekleadsyoudownthehallandaroundthecornertoapinkdoor.Thenheopensit.Andpushesyouintoaroomfulloffeathers.Whitefeathers.Brownfeathers.Pinkflamingofeathers.

They’repiledsodeep,theycomeuptoyourwaist.

Itticklesyouranklestomovethroughthisbigmassoffluff.Butotherwiseitfeelssortofsoftandnice.

“Takeoffyourshoes,”Dr.Eeekordersyou,stilllaughing.

GetbarefootonPAGE109.

Sam’sallright,youdecide.Andbesides—thatcrydefinitelycamefromsomewhereinfrontofyou.

“Help!Please!”thevoicecallsoutdesperately.

Itseemstobecomingfromaroomjustafewfeetahead.

Youdashforwardandpullopenalabdoor.There’snothinginsideexceptanemptylaboratory.Abigblobofsomekindofgreenstuffsitsonthecounter.

Wrongroom,yousaytoyourself.

Youcontinuedownthehall.Youtryanotherdoor.Nope.Justabroomcloset.

Thenextdooronthelefthastobeit.It’salreadypartlyopen.Yougiveitapush—andgasp!

CatchyourbreathonPAGE38.

Noway,youdecide.Youwon’topenyourmouth.

Waitaminute.Areyoukidding?You’renevergoingtoopenyourmouth?You’rejustgoingtoclingtoDr.Eeek’slegfortherestofyourlife?

Don’tbesilly.You’llnevergetoutofherethatway.

Infact,you’vegottoopenyourmouthsoonerorlater—oryou’llstarve!

Soyoumightaswellstartbyeatingthatbigredpill.

Howbadcanitbe?

GotoPAGE106—andtakeyourmedicine.

Youfollowthechimp.Heleadsyouquicklydownthegleaming-whitehallway.Oddlyenough,heseemstoknowexactlywherehe’sgoing.

Whenthechimp’snotwatching,Samstoopsover.Hecopiesthechimp’slumberingscamper.“Ooo!Ooo!”Samcries,scratchinghisunderarmsandmakingchimpfaces.

ThechimpturnsaroundandcatchesSamatit.Heglaresatbothofyou.

Weird,youthink.Youknowchimpsaresupposedtobesmartanimals,butthegleaminthisone’seyes…!Frankly,youthink,helookssmarterthanSam!

Atlastyoucometoadoor.Thechimpopensitandmakesasound.Itsoundskindoflike“eeek.”

What’sinhere?youwonder.Youstepthroughthedoorintoalargelaboratory.Samfollowsrightbehind.

Inside,atallmanwearingalabcoatwritesonaclipboard.Hewhirlsaround.Heglaresatyouwithintensedarkeyes.

“Whoareyou?”hedemandsloudly.“Whatareyoudoinghere?”

ExplainwhoyouareonPAGE122.

Youdashtotheright,feetpounding.

“Run—thisway!”youscreamatSam,whoseemstohaveheadedintheoppositedirection.

Youreachtheendofthehallway.Youyankopenthedoortothewaitingroom.

Uh-oh.

Thisisn’tthewaitingroom—althoughthereisdefinitelysomethingwaitingforyouthere!

Insideabigsteel-walledroomsitsahuge,horrifyingcreaturewithlongpointyfangs.

Haveyoueverseenacrossbetweenagorillaandavampirebat?

Well,nowyouhave!

Andcrossistherightword,too.The“vamporilla”thingissogrouchy,itdecidestotearyouapartjustfortheexercise.

Crossyourfingersthatnexttimeyouwon’tcrosspathswiththisguy!

Andcrossyourselfoffthelistoftheliving,becausethisisdefinitely…

THEEND.

“Getyourhandsoffme!”youshoutatDr.Eeek.

Buthedoesn’tbackup.Youreachoutandgivehimashove.Thenyoushovehimagain.Harder.

“Youcan’texperimentonkidslikethis!”youyell.Yougivehimanotherpush.

Hestumblesbackward,slightlydazed,andcowersagainstatiledwall.

ThenyouandSamchargeoutthroughtheswingingdoors.

You’regettingouttathisjoint!

“Wait.Whoareyou?”Dr.Eeekcalls.“Howdidyougetintomylab,anyway?”

Itwon’thurttoanswerhim—willit?

Ifyouthinkit’ssafetoanswerDr.Eeek,turntoPAGE125.

Ormaybeyou’dbetterjustgetoutofthereonPAGE78.

Hey—let’sfaceit.

Youtriedtowormyourwayoutofthings,butyoujustweren’twormyenoughin…

THEEND.

Yougulpandbravelysitbackdownintheleatherchair.IfthisistheonlywaytosaveSam,you’rewillingtodoit.

Dr.Eeekstrapsontheheadset—andstrapsdownyourarms.Thenhepushessomebuttonsontheconsole.Instantly,youseewhatSamisseeing.

YIKES!

SamisunderwaterinahugetankinEeekLabs—andhe’sstrugglingwithatwo-headedoctopus!Andifithastwoheads,youknowwithoutevencountingthatitmusthavesixteenarms!

Youleanovertheedgeofthetank.YoutrytogiveSamahand.ButbeforeyoureachSam,theoctopusreachesouttoyou!

Itwrapsonelonggray-blacktentaclearoundyourneck!

Quick!SaveyourownneckonPAGE27.

Slowly,youopenyourmouthjustwideenoughtoletgoofDr.Eeek’sleg.Thenyouquicklygobbledowntheredpillinhishand.

Yuk!Ittastesterrible.

Butalmostatonce,youcanfeelyourselfchangingbackintoahumanbeing!

Youstanduponyourbacklegsandstretch.Ahhh…thatfeelsmuchbetter.Youweregettingprettytiredofwalkingonallfours.

Youstaredownatyourpaws.They’rechangingbackintohandsandfeet.Withinafewminutes,youareyourselfagain.

Phew!Closeone!

“Okay,”yousaytoDr.Eeek.“Hereareyourchoices.Eitheryougowithmetothepolice—rightnow—andconfessthatyou’vebeendoingdeadlyexperiments.OrI’llsicmydogonyou.”

“Yourdog?”Dr.Eeeksneerswithanastylaugh.

ThenheglancesdownandseesSam—whoisstilladog!Samwagshistailatyou.HebareshisteethandsnarlsatDr.Eeek.

“Don’tIhaveanyotherchoices?”Dr.Eeekasksmeekly.

“Notthistime,”youtellhim.“Notthistime!”

THEEND

Youtakeanotherbiteofthecrunchybrownstuff.Andthenanother.Sam’sright—it’snotsobad.Infact,youeatsomuch,youbegintofeelreallyfull.Ornotfull,exactly.Top-heavy.Likeyoucan’tstandup.

Allofasudden,youhaveanoverwhelmingurgetodropdowntotheflooronallfours.

Allfours?Waitaminute.Youdon’thavefourlegs.

Doyou?

Quick!FindoutonPAGE85.

“Thanks,butwecan’tgointhelab,”yousaypolitely.

“That’sokay,”ProfessorYzarkreplies.“Youprobablydon’thavetimeanyway.Yourmotherjusttelephonedme.Shehadtogotoameeting.ButshewantsyoutotakeOscarhomewithyou.Thensomeonewilldropbyyourhouselatertodaytopickhimup.”

“Really?”youask.“Takethechimphome?”

“Cool!”Samshouts.

Butit’snotcool.It’snotcoolatall.Theminuteyougethome,Oscargoeswild.Herunstotherefrigeratorandhelpshimselftosnacks—butnottoeat.Toplaywith!Hethrowsahandfulofpineappleyogurtatthewall.Thenhestartsswingingfromthechandeliers.

Help!YouandSamarewornoutfromchasingOscar!

“Iwishsomeonewouldcomegetthismonkey,”yousay.

Thatinstant,thedoorbellrings.Youpeekoutthewindow.There’saJeepparkedoutside.Andstandingonyourporchisatall,muscularteenagerwearingsandalsandapairofcutoffjeans.Noshirt.Hissun-streakedbrownhairhangsdownontohisbroad,tannedchest.Helooksalittlefamiliar—butyoucan’trememberfromwhere.

Whoishe?

AnswerthedooronPAGE15.

Youquicklytakeoffyourshoes.

Whynot?Evenifyouareincrediblyticklish,thiscan’tbeanyworsethantheCanineMaze.

Canit?

“Heh-heh-heh,”yougiggle,asyouwalkbarefootontheticklyfeathers.

Aninstantlater,Dr.Eeekdashesoutintothehall.Helocksthedoorbehindhim.You’relockedinside!

Then,allatonce,aslidingpanelinthewallopens.Fortysmallchimpanzeesrunintotheroom.Theypickupthefeathersandbeginticklingyou.Behindtheears.Ontheneck.Underyourchin.

Andonyourfeet.Thesolesofyourfeet.That’stheworstpart.

Infact,theytickleyoutodeath.

Butatleastit’sahappyending,becauseyourlastwordsare“Ha-hah-ah-ha-ha!”—andyouendupwithasmileonyourface!

THEEND

Nowhistle?

Oooohhhhh—toobad.

Youseemedlikesuchaniceperson,too.

Butwithallsixdogssurroundingyou,there’snopossiblewayyou’regoingtogetoutofthere.

Notbecausethedogsattackyou,though.Theydon’t.They’retrainedtosimplycorneryou—andkeepyouthereforever.

Andforeverisavery,verylongtime,whichiswhythisis

THEEND.

“Idon’tknow,”yousay,hesitating.“Thecaninelab?”

“Don’tbeajerk!”Samexclaims.“Maybewecangetanotherfiftybucks.Andanyway,Ilovedogs.”

Youthinkaboutit.Sofar,exploringyourmom’slabhasbeenfun.Alittlescary,butfun.Anywayit’smorefunthanwaitinginthereceptionareaforyourmom.

Butwhereisyourmom?

Andwhataboutthatpersonwhowascallingforhelp?

Doesn’tthatworryyou?

Itdoes—butyoudecidetoputitoutofyourmind.Itwasprobablynothing,right?Maybeitwasn’tevenarealperson.Maybeitwasjustavoiceontheradiosomewhere.OronTV.

“Okay,”youannounce.“I’min.Let’sgotothecaninelab.”

Dr.Eeeksmiles.“Gooood,”hesays,drawingouttheword.“Iknewyou’dcooperate.”

Hegivesyouawinkwiththatweirdeye.Theonethatseemstobestapledtohischeek.Itmakeshimlookasifhe’spermanentlysquinting.

“Followme,”Dr.Eeekcommands.

HeadovertothecaninelabonPAGE54.

Youdashoutintothehallwiththewhistleinyourhand.

Nowwhat?

Youcan’tjustleavethisplacewithoutSam….

Sam!He’swithDr.Eeek—inalabdownthehall!He’sprobablyinbigtrouble!

YouracebacktotheroomwhereyouleftSamandDr.Eeek.Butit’sempty.Allyoufindisachewinggumwrapperforcinnamongum.ThekindSamalwayschews.

Thenyounotice—there’sanotherpartofagumwrapperonthefloorbythedoor.Andanotheroutinthehall.Andanother.

It’satrail!Sam’stryingtotellyouwherehewent!

Youfollowthegumwrappertrail.Downthehall.Aroundthecorner.Andstraightintoanotheroperatingroom!

ThereyoufindSamlyingononestainlesssteeltable.Andajarofpickleslyingonanother.

Electricalwiresrunfromascary-lookingmachinetoSam’sfeet.Andtothejarofpickles!

“Whatareyoudoing!”youscreamatDr.Eeek.

Quick!TurntoPAGE5.

“Noway,”yousay,eyeingthestrapsonthetwoblackchairs.“Comeon,Sam.Run!”

Withoutwaitinganothersecond,youandSamboltforthedoor.Youracebackintothelabwiththegoo.Thenoutthedoorandintothehallway.

Now…

Hey,waitaminute.Whichwayisthewaitingroom?Leftorright?

Canyouremember?

You’dbetterthinkfast,becauseDr.Eeekisonhisway!

Ifyouthinkthewaitingroomistotheright,gotoPAGE102.

Ifyouturnleft,gotoPAGE95.

Inapanic,youtrytorememberwhatyouknowaboutthosesprinklers.

Oh,yeah.They’reheatsensitive.Yourmomtoldyouaboutthemonce.Whentheygethot,thewatercomeson.

Yougrabachairasfastasyoucan.Thenyouunplugatablelampfromthereceptionist’sdeskandremovethelampshade.

Thiswillwork,youtellyourself.Won’tit?

Youstandonthechair,underoneofthesprinklers.Withthelampinyourhands,youtouchthestill-hotbulbtothesprinklerhead.

Foramoment,nothinghappens.

Hurryup,youpraysilently.Isthisthinggoingtoworkornot?

TurntoPAGE19.

“That’smymom’sshoe!”youcry,pointingattheblue-and-greenthingintheGermanshepherd’smouth.

Thedoggrowlsagainwhenyoupoint.Histeetharedrippingwithdrool.Andthelookinhiseyesiskiller.Purekiller.

“Huh?”Samsays.“Howdoyouknow?”

“BecauseIknow,”youmanagetochokeout.“Irecognizeit.Nooneelsehasshoeslikemymom’s.”

Samgulpsloudlyatyourside.Forsomereason,hecan’ttakehiseyesoffthedog.Andthedogwon’ttakehiseyesoffSam.Thetwoofthemarehavingastare-down.

“Wheredidhecomefrom?”Samasksnervously.

“ProbablyfromDr.Eeek’scaninelab,”youreply.

Andthenithitsyou.Yourmomcouldbethere,too!MaybeDr.Eeekhasgonecrazy.Maybehe’strappedherinthecaninelab.Maybehe’sgoingtodosomethinghorribletoher—inthatawfuloperatingroom!

Anyway,shemusthavebeeninthecaninelabrecently.Howelsecanyouexplainthefactthatthedoghashershoe?

“Comeon,”youorder,pullingSambythearm.“We’vegottogobacktothecaninelab.Now.”

BebraveandreturntothecaninelabonPAGE29.

“Larrywasholdingahairbrush,”youtellDr.Eeek.

“Wrong,wrong,wrong!”heshrieks.“Obviouslyyou’renotasbigaGOOSEBUMPSexpertasyouclaimtobe.OfftotheCanineMaze!”

“No,please,no!”youcry.It’shumiliatingtoactlikesuchawimp,especiallyinfrontofSam.Butyou’vegottostall.“AnythingbuttheCanineMaze.Anything!”

“Anything?”Dr.Eeekasks.

TurntoPAGE98.

Youturnandrunbacktothedoorwhereyoucamein.Butit’slocked.Youpoundonit.Finallyitopens.

Andyourmomisstandingthere!Youknowit’sreallyherthistime.Thebeautymarkisintherightplace.

“Goodwork,”shesays,givingyouahugesmileandahug.“Youfigureditout.Thatwasn’tme.ThatwasahologramofmethatIinvented.Howdoyoulikeit?”

Howdoyoulikeit?

Onceyourheartstopsbeatinglikeamarchingband,youlikeitfine!YourmomevenletsyouandSamplaywithherhologrammachine.Youmakehologramcopiesofyourselves—andleavethemalloverthelab.

Whichiswhy—ifyouopenthisbooktoanotherpage—you’llseeyourselfinDr.Eeek’slabagain.Inlotsoftrouble!

Didyoureallythinkthiscouldbe…

THEEND?

Youbarkandbark.Yourmomsmilesatyou.

“Harold,Ican’tdealwiththesedogsnow,”shesays.“I’vegottofindmykid.”Butshepatsyourheadbeforesheleaves.

Ofcoursesheneverdoesfindherkid—sinceyou’vebeenturnedintoadogbythehorribleDr.Eeek.

Eventually,though,youdogettogohome.Yourmomadoptsyou!Shetakesyouhomeandgivesyouplentyofdogfood.Onceinawhile,youevengettosleepinyourownbed—butonlywhenyourmom’snothome.Therestofthetimeshemakesyoujumpdown.Shedoesn’twantdoghairsinthebed.

Thegoodpartisthatyou’reareallysmartdog.Exceptionallysmart.Becauseyou’renotadog.You’reakid!

Innotime,youlearngreattricks.Youcandothingssuchas“gofetcharedsweaterwithbluebuttons.”Youcan“findthemanwiththeblackbeardinthefourthrowoftheaudience.”Youcanaddfourandsevenandcounttheansweroutwithyourpaws.

Welcometotheworldofshowbusiness!

Withadoglikeyou,yourmombecomesrichandfamous.Shetourstheworldwithyou.Andyou’reprettyhappy.Afterall—beingyourmom’sbestfriendisn’tsobadin…

THEEND.

Dr.Eeekstillhasagloveononeofhishands.Hemovestowardyou.Thenpullssomeofthegreengoooutofyourmouth.

“There—you’vegotabouttwominutesuntiltheG-substanceslipsbackintoyourmouthanddownyourthroat,”hetellsyouwithahorriblelaugh.“Now,whatwereyousaying?”

Yougaspforair,thentalkfast.“YouworkedwithmymomatEeekLabs,”yousay.“Untilyougotfiredforbeingcrazy!”

“NotatEeekLabs,”Dr.Eeekcorrectsyou.“EIKLabs.ItstandsforEngineeredInnerKnowledge.Andyes,Ididgetfired.That’swhyIstartedmyownlab—inthesamebuilding,justonefloorabove!”

“Huh?”yousay,notquiteunderstanding.

“It’ssimple,”HerbertWimplemeyerexplainswithanastyshakeofhishead.“Yougotofftheelevatoronthewrongfloor!”

Youglanceattheclock.Youhaveonlyoneminuteleft.

Quick!TurntoPAGE21beforeyouchokeonthegoo!

“Wow,”yousay,shakingyourhead.Youstillcan’tbelievethis.“Buthowdidyougetheresofast?”youaskthepizzaguy.“Imean,I’veheardofdeliveryinthirtyminutes.Butyouwerehereinthirtyseconds!”

“Easy,”hesays.“Ourshopisonthefirstfloor!”

You’dliketolaugh,butyoudon’thavetime.Yourunoutintothehalltoescape.Youpoundontheelevatorbutton.Justthenitopens—andyourmomstepsout!She’sbeensearchingthebuildingforyouforoveranhour.

Whenyoutellherwhat’shappened,shecallsthepoliceimmediately.ShealsorunsdownthehallandrescuesSamfromthevirtualrealitygame.Luckily,sheturnsitoffjustintime.Rightbeforehe’sabouttobestrangledbyaboaconstrictor.

ThepolicearriveaminutelaterandhaulDr.Eeekaway.

“Whew,”yousaytoSam.“Thatwasacloseone.Butatleastitturnedoutallright.”

“Yeah—Iguess,”Sammutters,lookingglum.

“Whatdoyoumean,youguess?”youask.“We’resafe.Andwedidn’tgetturnedintosomethinghorribleinDr.Eeek’slab.Whatmorecouldyoupossiblywant?”

“Myfiftybucks!”Samsayswithagoofygrin.

THEEND

“It’sagiantrat!”youcry.

“Areyousure?”Samwhispers.“Howcanaratbethatenormous?”

“HowwouldIknow?”yousnap.“Butitisdefinitelyarat.”

YouandSamstareattherat.Therodentisastallasyouare.Youfigureitmustweighoveronehundredpounds.Itglaresatyouwithbeadyeyes.Itslongwhiskerstwitchasitgrindstwosharpfrontteeth.

“Let’sgetoutofhere,”youtellSam.Youbothturntoleave,headingfortheslidingpaneldoor.

WHAMP!

Thegiantratspringsforward!

Itleapsinfrontofyou.Itsnailsscratchthefloorasitblockstheexit.

YoustareatSam.Whatareyougoingtodonow?Thepassagewayisadeadend.

Theratmovestowardyou.Closerandcloser.

YouandSambackintoacorner.Thegiantratapproaches.Itsmouthopenswide.

“Rats,”youmutter.“Ithinkthisis…

THEEND.”

Youtrytostaycool—evenwiththescientistglaringatyou.YouintroduceyourselfandSamtotheman.Youreachouttoshakehishand.Grown-upsusuallylikethat.

“Ah,yes,”themansays,squeezingyourhandalittletootightly.“Iknowyourmotherwell.Abrilliantscientist.”

Yousmileproudly.

Thechimptugsonthesleeveoftheman’slabcoat,tryingtogethisattention.Hemakessomesignswithhishands.Youcan’tfigureoutwhathe’stryingtosay—butitseemstobeakindofsignlanguage.

Themannods,asifheunderstands.

“IamProfessorYzark.OneofDr.Eeek’sassistants,”themansays.“Iseeyou’vemetOscar.”Henodstowardthechimp.“Wouldyoucaretotakealookatourwork?”

HeleadsyouandSamtoawallofwindows.Youbothpeerthrough.

“Wow!”Samgasps.

TakeacloserlookonPAGE53.

Youfollowthedogs,andSamtrotsalongbehindyou.

ThroughtheCanineMaze.Left.Right.Left.Left.Youturnadozentimes.Areyouevergoingtogetoutofthere?youwonder.

Thepackisabouttwentyfeetaheadofyou,butallofasuddenyoustop.There’sabigsignonthewallupahead.ItreadsEMERGENCYEXITinbigredletters.Beneaththesignisasmallredbutton.ItreadsPUSHTOOPEN.

Theonlytroubleisthebuttonistoohighforyoutoreach.It’sfourfeetthreeinchesofftheground.Youstarttojump,tryingtopushthebuttonwithyournose.

Canyoudoit?Here’stherule.Humanbeingswhohavebeenturnedintodogscanjumponlyashighastheyweretallwhentheywerehuman.

Ifyouarefourfeetthreeinchesortaller,turntoPAGE92.

Ifyouareunderfourfeetthreeinches,turntoPAGE61.

“You’renotmymom!”youshout,pointingatthewomaninfrontofyou.“You’reaclone…or…orsomething!”

Thewomaninfrontofyoulooksexactlylikeyourmom—exceptforonething.Shehasabeautymarkonherrightcheek.Yourmom’sbeautymarkisonherleftcheek!

Shegivesyouaproudsmile.

“You’reright,kiddo,”shesayswarmly.“Youguessedit.I’mnotyourmom.”

“Whatisshetalkingabout?”Samasks.

“Nevermind,”youanswer.“It’satrick!Let’sgetoutofhere!Run!”

RunasfastasyoucantoPAGE117.

YoustopandgiveEeekaglarethatcouldmeltstone.

“Howdidwegetinhere?”yourepeat,spittingthewordsathim.“Mymomworksforyou—youcreep!”

“Yourmother?”Dr.Eeekasks.Hepullshimselfupstraightagain.Thetwistedsmilecreepsbackacrosshislips.

“Yeah,”yousay.“Butnotforlong.BecauseIbetshe’llquitwhenshehearswhatyoutriedtodotous.”

“Yourmother?”Dr.Eeekasksagain.Hesneers.“Tellme,dearchild.Justwhatisyourmother’sname?”

Youtellhim,andhelaughs.Helaughssohardthathissquintyeyeopensandcloses.Itmakeshimlooklikeahideouspuppet.

Finally,hestopslaughing.Hisfaceturnsdeadserious.

“Idoubtyou’lleverseeyourmotheragain,”hesneerswithamenacingglare.

Oh,no.

“Whathaveyoudonetomymom?”youcry.

FindoutonPAGE36.

WOOF!

That’syou,barking.

Yourlittledoggyheartisracing.Youtrotoutintothenarrowhallandruntowardtheapproachingdogs.You’regoingtoattack!

BARK!BARK!BARK!

They’rebarkingastheychargetowardyou.

You’reterrified,butyou’retryingtobluff.Youbarkasloudasyoucanandracetotheplacewherethehallwayturns.Thatwayyoucanstandthereandactasifyou’reprotectingyourterritory.Maybethey’llbackdown.Maybenot.Butit’syouronlychance.

Samcatchesupwithyouandbarksviciously,too.Thenallatoncethepackofdogsracesaroundthecorner.Theirsharpteetharebared.They’resnarling.Running.Charging.

Itlooksasifnothingcanstopthem….

Untiltheyseeyou.

Youcurlbackyourlips,exposingyourownrazor-sharpteeth.Youplantyourfeetfirmly.Yougivealow,mean,angrygrowl.

GRRRRRR.

KeepgrowlingonPAGE46.

Luckily,youhavethesilverwhistle.Maybeyou’llgetoutofherealive!

TheGermanshepherdslungeatyou.

Theleaderissotallthatwhenhebarks,youcanfeelhishotbreathonyourface.SuddenlyhishugeteethchompdownontheneckofyourT-shirt,grazingyourthroat!

Butyoudon’tpanic.

Asfastashumanlypossible—whichisprettyfast,sinceyouhavelightning-fastreflexesafteryearsofplayingvideogames—youreachintoyourpocketandpulloutthewhistle.

Youblowitashardasyoucan.

Nothinghappens.

Nosoundcomesout.Nothingwhatsoever!

Nowwhatareyougoingtodo?

FaceyourfateonPAGE66.

Yourhearthammerswildlyinyourchest.You’vegottofindthatantidote.Timeisrunningout!

Youyankopenonelabdrawerafteranother.

“…sixteen,seventeen,eighteen…”Dr.Eeeksays.Nowhe’stoyingwithyou,countingmoreslowly.Hiseyesarestillclosed.

Noneofthedrawerscontainanythingthatlooksevenremotelylikeanantidotetothegoo.Andit’stakingyousolongtoopenthem.Yourstickyhandsclingtoeverythingyoutouch.

Thenyouseeit.Inthelastdrawer.Ajarofredgooeystuff.

Coulditbe?

“Twenty!”Dr.Eeekcries,openinghiseyes.

Youdon’twait.Youunscrewthelidofthejar,plungeaslimygreenhandintotheredstuff,andscoopoutahandful.

Itsmellssweet,soyouputitinyourmouth.

“Ha-ha-ha!”Dr.Eeeklaughsuproariously.“Youthinkyoucansaveyourlifethatway?You’reeatingstrawberryjam!”

Oh,no.He’sright.

Andguesswhat?You’reallergictostrawberries!

BreakoutinhivesonPAGE48.

EveryinstinctinyourbodysaysHIDE!AndDr.Eeek’sofficeseemslikethebestplace.

Youseeitontheoppositesideoftheoperatingroom.Anofficewithabigglasswindow.

Thesignonthedoorreads,EEEK’SOFFICE.KEEPOUT!

“I’vegottohide!”yousaytothehalf-boy,half-dog.

“No—don’thide,”theboywarns.“Run!Andtakethiswithyou.”

Withaflickofhiswrist,hetossesyouasilverwhistle.

“It’llkeepthedogsaway,”hetellsyou.

Youstarttowardthedoor.Butthefootstepsarerightoutside.

Uh-oh.Timetomakeanotherchoice.

Ifyoufollowtheboy’sadvice,runtoPAGE112.

Ifyouthinkit’sbesttoturnaroundandhideinDr.Eeek’soffice,turntoPAGE34.

Cautiously,youcontinuestraightaheadinthemaze.YouandSamwalksidebyside.Butthehallwayissonarrow,youjustbarelyfit.

“Hey,quitbumpingme,”Samsnaps.Heshovesyouasidewithhisshoulder.

“Ididn’tbumpyou,”youreply.“Quitbumpingme.”

“Ouch!”Samsaysasheslamsintothewallbesidehim.

Uh-oh.Yousuddenlyfigureitout.Thecorridorisgraduallygettingnarrower.Infact,asyougazeahead,itseemstonarrowdowntonothing.Italmostlooksasifthetwowallscometogetheratapoint.

“Maybeweshouldturnaroundandgoback,”Samsuggests.“Thisisadeadend.”

Adeadend?Yourthroattightensupatthethought.

Youcheckbehindyoutoseeifanyone—oranything—isbackthere.

Thatdoggysmellisgettingstronger.

Whatdoyouwanttodo?

KeepgoingtotheendofthenarrowinghallonPAGE62.

OrturnaroundandgobacktotheforkonPAGE87.

BEWARE!!DONOTREADTHIS

BOOKFROMBEGINNINGTOEND!

YouandyourfamilyarevisitinganexhibitinancientEgyptwhenyoumakeadiscoveryofyourown:a4000-year-olddiarywrittenbyamummy!Cool,youthink,asyouslipthebookintoyourpocket.

Butthenyoufindoutthemummyisalive!Andhewantsmorethanjusthisdiaryback…

HewantsyourBODY!Andyou’vegottofindawaytostophim!

Therearecluesinthediarytohelpyou.Butfirstyou’llhavetodecodeancienthieroglyphicwriting.OrjourneytothepyramidsinEgypt.

Canyouunlockthesecretsofthemadmummy’sdiarybeforehegetsyouunderwraps?

Thisscaryadventureisallaboutyou.Youdecidewhatwillhappen.Andyoudecidehowterrifyingthescareswillbe.

StartonPAGE1.Thenfollowtheinstructionsatthebottomofeachpage.Youmakethechoices.

Ifyoumaketherightchoices,youwillescapetherevengeofthemadmummy.Youmayevenfindhisburialchamberfilledwithgoldentreasures!Ifyoumakethewrongchoice…BEWARE!

SOTAKEALONG,DEEPBREATH,CROSSYOURFINGERS,ANDTURNTOPAGE1NOWTOGIVEYOURSELFGOOSEBUMPS!

“WelcometoSanFrancisco,”thetourguidesays.Hervoiceechoesinthemarblelobbyoftheofficebuilding.“ThisisthefamousPyramidBuilding—thecity’smostfamousskyscraper.”

“Whendowegettoseethemummy?”yourfive-year-oldsisterwhinesatyourside.

YoucringeandsqueezeSusie’shand.Youwishyoudidn’thavetodragheraround.Buttakingcareofherisalwaysyourjobonfamilyvacations.

Oh,well,youthink.Whocares?Thisisgoingtobethebestvacationever.YouandyourfamilyarestayinginahotelindowntownSanFrancisco.Youhaveaviewofthewholecityfromyourwindow—includingthetall,spindlyPyramidBuildingjustafewblocksaway.Andthismonth,there’sadisplayofancientEgyptianartifactsinthelobby.Includingarealmummy!Youcan’twaittocheckitout!

“Iwantthemummy!”Susiewhinesagain.

“Iwantmymummy!Iwantmymummy!”yourolderbrother,Derek,chants,imitatingSusie’sbabyishvoice.

YoulaughatDerek’sjoke.ThenyouwhispertoSusie,“We’llseeitassoonasthattourgroupgetsoutoftheway.”

Youpeerthroughthecrowdatthemummyinhisglasscase.

Hey!Didthemummyjustmove?

TurntoPAGE2.

Yourheartstartspounding.Itcan’tbe!Butyouknowyoujustsawthemummy’sarmmove!

Didn’tanyoneelseseeit?

Youstarehardatthebrightlylitdisplaycasesinthemiddleofthelobby.Atourgroupcrowdsaroundtheglass,blockingyourview.Soyoustandonyourtiptoes.Underapinkishhalogenlight,youcanseeanancientbandagedmummylyinginabeautiful,gold-paintedwoodenbox.

It’sthefirstmummyyou’veeverseen.Akingfrommorethanfourthousandyearsago.

Adeadperson.

Somethingaboutitgivesyouthecreeps.

Thetourgroupmovesaway,andthelobbyclears.“Comeon!”Susiesqueals,pullingyoutowardthemummycase.Astrangechillrunsupyourspineasyoustepcloser.

Yougazeatthemummy’sfaceandshudder.Itishideous.Partofhisfaceisstillwrappedup—butpartofitisn’t.Youcanseehisdried,leatheryskinstretchedtightlyoverhisshrunken,bonynose.

Youbackaway—andyourfootbumpsintosomethingonthefloor.

TurntoPAGE3.

Youglancedowntoseewhatyou’vekicked.

“Hey—look!”youcryoutsoftly.

Butnooneislistening.Thetourgroupscattered.Susiehasletgoofyourhand.She’spressinghernosetotheglassinfrontofthewoodenmummycase.Asusual,yourfourteen-year-oldbrother,Derek,isactingasifhedoesn’tknowanyofyou.He’stalkingtosomekidsbythedoor.Yourparentsexamineanotherdisplaycase.

Noonenoticeswhatyou’vefoundonthefloor.Youpickitup.It’sasmallclumpoffoldedpagestiedtogetherattheedgewithdriedgrass.Itlookslikesomekindofancientbook.

Youopenitcarefully.Thepagesseemasiftheymightcrumbleinyourhands.Youpeeratthesquigglymarkingsonthepage.Toyoursurpriseyourecognizewords…They’reinEnglish!Thehandwritingishardtoread,butfinallyyoufigureoutwhatitsays:

“Thisisthefirstdayinmytomb.IamwrappedsotightlythatIfearImayneverbreatheagain.Thebandagesthatpreservemeareaprison.Iamaking,yettheyhavebroughtmehere,drainedmeofmyblood,andboundmewithbandages.Againstmywill!Stop!Ibegthem.Donotdothishorriblething!Iamnotdead!Iamalive!”

KeepreadingonPAGE4.

Yourmouthdropsopenasyouflipthroughtheancientpages.Couldthisbeadiaryofsomekind?Amummy’sdiary?Writtenfourthousandyearsago?

Butwhyisn’titancienthieroglyphics?HowcanitbeinEnglish?

Thisisweird.Definitelyweird.Butsomehow,inyourheart,youknowthediaryisreal.Everywordofitistrue.

Youglancearoundagain.Noonenoticesyou.Youturntoanotherpageandreadon.

“Iamembalmedalive.Me.Thepharaoh.Theking!Andwhy?Foronereasononly.Because,uponmyneck,Ibearastrangebirthmark—aredstaininastrangeshapethatfrightensmypeople.Theythinkitisasignofevil.

“EvenIamnotsurewhatitmeans.DoesitreallymeanIamevil?CouldIactuallyhurtpeople?AmImad?”

Yourhandstrembleasyoufliptoanotherpageandreadon.

“Eachnightmyspiritwalkstheearth.Forcenturies.Eachnightmyspiritwritesthisdiary.Butnow,atlast,mychancehascome.Tonight,mybodywillwalktheearth!Tonight,hereinthisstrangestofallpyramids,Iwillescapemyprison!”

TurntoPAGE9.

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