Aldo's Fantastical Movie Palace Read Online Free PDF

few lines in the margin.
    It’s not like he’s going to see it
.
    â€œAnd then there are five massive cities. Medahon, Shadowton, the City of Reckoning … and some I can’t quite pronounce. No description.” She looked out the small window into the expanse of Aldo’s Palace. “Let’s make Medahon a city Aldo would love.”
    Chloe scrawled
Notes on Medahon
on the back of a page.
    Stairs to the sky, leading nowhere
.
    Walls, thick, but filled with labyrinth-like tunnels
    Beneath Medahon lives an entire race of —
    The door to the projection booth flew open, Streak shot off her lap, and Nick stumbled forward, his screenplay crinkling beneath his feet. He released Hobo and turned a complete circle.
    â€œYou can’t be up here,” Chloe hissed.
    â€œPlease tell me you have my movie script and please say I’m not standing on it right now.”
    â€œYou dropped your script, and I was
kind enough
to save it. As for stepping on it … yeah, you are, but people don’t just burst up here, and I was only trying to get the pages in order. What kind of screenplay has no page numbers?”
    â€œWhat kind of person steals my script?”
    â€œThe same type who tried to return it, but the owner was too busy whining to come out and get it!”
    â€œSo now you’re using it for a rug?”
    â€œChloe!” Mr. Simonsen hollered. “Hold it down, please.”
    â€œSorry!” Chloe yelled down, still facing Nick. “Here!” For the second time that day she scooped up the papers, this time stuffing them into Nick’s hands. “Take your stupid script. I’m so sorry for trying to help you! Why do you carry it anyway? You can’t read it.”
    â€œAgain, none of your business.” Nick hugged the script.
    â€œFine.”
    â€œFine.”
    Nick spun to leave, and Hobo moved to the front of the open door. “Let’s go home, boy.”
    Chloe pushed her hand through her hair. “Hold it. Okay, I shouldn’t have put it on the floor, all right? And I shouldn’t have looked through it or … made minor notes in places.”
    Nick froze. “You made notes.”
    â€œI just thought some of your descriptions needed spicing up —”
    â€œIf I wanted your help —”
    â€œYou’d ask for it. I know. I’m sorry, I just thought —”
    Nick walked out, slamming the door behind him.
    â€œWell.” Chloe took a seat. “We can continue this delightful conversation over dinner at my place.”
    The week at school passed slowly and painfully.
    It wasn’t much better on the farm.
    Dad’s over-the-top sense of hospitality turned Nick’s visit into a major event, and by Friday cleanup reached fever pitch. Mom even closed Aldo’s Palace for a day to help with the straightening.
    Chloe finished feeding the animals and cleaning their pens, and stood in the middle of the farmyard.
    We are an Italian version of the Addams Family
.
    Dad mowed the yard with his new invention: the Green Machine. He bragged, “No damage to the environment.” And he was right on that point. Of course, two slow-moving cows pulling an old tractor pulling fifteen fainting goats that chewed up grass was mighty hard to control.
    â€œPlus, she don’t take an ounce of gasoline. Now, Iadmit to an uneven chew — er, cut — but Plum Cake, I think I’m on to somethin’.”
    Yeah, more public humiliation
.
    Q snuck cigarettes behind the chicken coop, and yelled “boo” when Dad’s contraption passed. All fifteen of those fainting goats toppled to the ground. So did Q, in fits of laughter.
    Near the field, Grandpa repainted his home, covering it with blue windows.
    â€œEverybody’s losing it.” Chloe tongued the inside of her cheek and glanced at the house. On the porch, an angry Grif cleaned his pellet gun, occasionally aiming at Grandpa Salvador’s