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over the top.
    “Kermit—please hurry! Get the lid!” he cried.
    Kermit propped the ladder against the side of the house. Then he turned back
to them. “Someone else has to climb up,” he called.
    “Just do it!” Evan screamed frantically. “The stuff is spilling out
over the top!”
    “But I’m afraid of heights!” Kermit declared.
    Evan rolled his eyes. “It isn’t that high. Just climb up, and—”
    “I can’t!” Kermit whined. “Really!”
    “I’ll do it.” Andy ran to the ladder. Kermit held it steady for her.
    Evan watched her scramble up. The Monster Blood bobbed and plopped in the
can. The clouds rolled away from the moon. It was definitely bright blue, Evan
saw.
    And definitely trying to raise itself out of the can.
    Andy climbed up to the gutter. Holding the ladder with her right hand, she
reached out to the lid with her free hand.
    Reached… reached…
    And the wind blew the lid from the gutter.
    “Noooo—!” Andy screamed. She grabbed for it.
    Lost her balance.
    Grabbed the sides of the ladder with both hands.
    The lid spun crazily in the air. Then it swooped down to the grass.
    “I’ve got it!” Kermit cried. He dove for it and grabbed it in one hand.
    “Yes!” Evan cried happily. “Put it on the can—quick!”
    Andy carefully lowered herself rung by rung.
    She reached the ground, turned, breathing hard, and hurried back to Evan.
    Kermit came running over with the lid.
    But before he reached Evan, a voice rang out from the yard across from his.
    “Hey—what’s going on?”
    Evan looked up to see Conan running across the grass.
    “Oh, no!” Evan moaned, and the Monster Blood can fell out of his hand.

 
 
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    With a gasp, Evan bent to pick up the can.
    Had the blue Monster Blood spilled out?
    No.
    He lifted it carefully, holding one hand over the open top.
    Conan stopped at the edge of the yard. “What are you three babies doing out
so late?” he demanded. “I’ll tell your mommies!”
    “Give us a break, Conan,” Andy called. “We’re not bothering you!”
    “Your face is bothering me!” Conan shot back. Then his eyes fell on
the can in Evan’s hand. “What’s that?”
    Evan nearly dropped the can again. “This? Uh… nothing…. It’s…”
    Evan’s mind went blank. He couldn’t think of a good lie to tell Conan.
    Kermit grabbed the can away from Evan. “It’s candy,” he told Conan. “Blue
Fruit Roll in a Barrel! We saw it on TV, and it’s awesome.”
    “Give me some!” Conan ordered. He reached out his big hand.
    “No way!” Kermit teased him, pulling the can back. “We’re not sharing with
you!”
    He pretended to lick the blue candy. “Wow. That’s really excellent!”
    “Guess I’m going to have to take it from you,” Conan declared menacingly. He
took a step toward them, his hand outstretched. “Give it.”
    “Are you crazy?” Evan whispered to Kermit. “Why did you tease him? Now he’s
going to take it and—”
    “No problem,” Kermit whispered back. A sly grin spread over his face.
“Watch.”
    “Give it,” Conan thundered, waving his outstretched hand. He took another
step toward them. Another.
    Evan heard the crackle of electricity before he saw the white spark.
    Conan’s eyes bulged. His hands shot up. His knees buckled.
    “Urg. Urg.” He uttered two strange cries as Kermit’s invisible electric fence
zapped him again.
    Conan staggered back, gasping for breath. His broad chest heaved up and down.
He reminded Evan of a bull about to charge.
    Kermit raised the can and pretended to eat the Monster Blood again. “Wow.
That is excellent !” he declared.
    Conan glared at the three of them. Even across the dark yard, Evan could see the fury on his face.
    But the bull couldn’t charge. Couldn’t get to them. Not as long as the
electric fence was turned on.
    Conan balled his hands into fists. “You’re history,” he called to them. “All
three of you. You’re roadkill.”
    He spun around. Swinging his