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fall. The last thing he remembered was the ground about two inches from his face.

 

     
    Some kids wake up to the sun shining through their bedroom windows. Others wake to an alarm clock on their bedside table. For some kids, their mother sings some annoying good-morning song while bacon sizzles on a pan in the kitchen.
    Elliot Penster woke up to Tubs punching his arm.
    “What?” he scowled, swatting Tubs away. “Stop that, I’m awake!”
    “Where are we?” Tubs asked. “How’d we get here?”
    Elliot slowly sat up and absorbed their surroundings. They were deep underground, in the Underworld obviously, and in a small cave with thick tree roots serving as the bars of their jail cell. This must be a Pixie jail.
    “When you said I couldn’t bully you anymore, I told myself fine, there’s plenty of other kids to beat on,” Tubs said. “And I haven’t touched you for weeks, even when you did something so stupid that I should have beat you up at least a little. But I know that our being here is somehow your fault, Penster, and I’m going to get you for it.”
    “Will you be quiet?” Elliot hissed. “First we’ve got to get out of here, then you can beat me up.”
    “Yeah, but if you save us, then I’ll feel bad about beating you up,” Tubs said. “I’d rather do it now.”
    Elliot scratched his foot across the ground toward Tubs, hoping to kick dirt in his face, but he was still wearing Reed’s slippers, which were soaking wet, so he only ended up smearing mud across his leg.
    “I’m hungry,” Tubs said. “And really, really confused.”
    Elliot crept to the bars, hoping to see more of where they were. The cave that trapped them seemed to be at the top of a tall hill. Far below them was what appeared to be a thick patch of woods. Bass drums beat a soft rhythm somewhere inside them, and colored sparks of light constantly jetted into the air in various places. Those woods were probably the Pixies’ home.
    He wondered how far away the Brownies’ home of Burrowsville was. Did they know he was here? If so, was there anything they could do to get him out?
    “Mr. Willimaker,” Elliot hissed. “Mr. Willimaker!” There was no other Brownie who Elliot trusted more. If anyone could help, it was Mr. Willimaker.
    “What are you doing?” Tubs asked.
    Elliot turned back to Tubs, who looked so relaxed leaning against the dirt wall that he might as easily have been sunbathing. “I’m working on getting us out of here,” Elliot said.
    “Okay, you do that, and I’ll work on my thing,” Tubs said.
    “What’s your thing?” Elliot asked.
    “Taking a nap. I didn’t sleep so well last night.”
    “That’s because you were wandering all over my yard and got us here in the first place!” Elliot said.
    “Yeah? Well, you should’ve tried to stop me,” Tubs said.
    Elliot scowled and turned back to the bars. “Mr. Willimaker?” he called more loudly.
    He jumped away from the bars as a figure poofed in front of him. Not Mr. Willimaker, but Fidget Spitfly. Her hair was in a high ponytail on the side of her head. She had so much hair, he wondered why it didn’t make her tip over sideways. She wore a bright purple dress today. Really bright and really purple. Elliot felt a headache coming on just looking at her.
    “Do you really think anyone can hear you calling while you’re my prisoner?” she asked. “How clueless would I have to be if I made it that easy? As if!”
    Elliot lifted his eyebrows. “Where did you learn my language? You talk…different.”
    “Only on the best human television show ever, Surfer Teen. It’s so totally the awesomest show of the whole universe!”
    Dear Reader, Surfer Teen so totally is not the awesomest show in the universe. In the first place, awesomest is not even a word, but the actors in Surfer Teen don’t seem to know that, since they use the word in almost every sentence. And in the second place, the show was only on for one season, because it so totally was the