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purple monster, only three inches tall, thrashed and squealed in the grip of the plant.
    Meanwhile Ray had guided Squamous the Squat, a short but powerful creature, over to help Gongor out of the river. At the same time, seeing the randomly moving Gamma Ball fly nearby, he punched both the Jump and the Grab buttons for one of his other creatures. It leaped up and snagged the ball in midair.
    â€œHey, the kid is good!” cried Wendy, stuffing the last of her burger into her mouth. “I’m impressed!”
    Thwom the Thwacker was dead. Rachel had lost the little monster when the killer vine strangled him and threw him into the Bottomless Pit of Rangor. This was not entirely bad for Rachel; with only two monsters to control she could concentrate more fully on their individual movements. Right now she had both of them bearing down on Manzax the Mighty, Ray’s creature that was holding the Gamma Ball. Grabbing some hanging vines, they swung over the river side by side.
    Ray, busy with one creature trying to help Gongor and the other trying to carry the Gamma Ball into the castle, was not fast enough to catch Rachel’s moves. Suddenly her creatures jumped him and stole the Gamma Ball.
    â€œWay to go, Sis!” exclaimed Roger, positioning his own creatures to protect her while she carried the Gamma Ball to their side of the table.
    â€œOh, yeah?” cried Ray. He pushed a pair of buttons and Squamous the Squat picked up Gongor and threw him out of the river. The little orange monster landed on his feet, made a dive, and tackled all three of Roger’s creatures at once.
    â€œPlasmagacious!” cried Wendy in amazement.
    Then the machine blew up.
    Or, to be more accurate, the creatures blew up. They started getting bigger and bigger—and fainter and fainter. Finally, without a sound, they faded out of sight. The jungle cries fell silent. The lights flickered and died. The Gamma Ball faded out of sight.
    â€œChips!” cried Wendy. “Just when it was getting exciting!”
    â€œI wonder what happened to it,” said Trip.
    â€œOverload,” said Ray. “Too many good players at once. Don’t worry—I can fix it.”
    Much to the group’s astonishment he pulled a set of miniature tools from his pocket, slithered under the table, and began singing to himself.
    Fifteen minutes later delicate electronic parts were scattered across the floor next to the table. The handsome boy who had served Wendy her hamburger was standing next to Ray’s legs, tapping his own foot impatiently.
    â€œYeah, yeah, I’ll be done in a sec,” said Ray. “Any of you guys got some gum?”
    â€œI do,” said Wendy.
    â€œChew me up a stick, will you? Get most of the flavor out of it and then pass it on to me.”
    â€œYou like gum without flavor?” asked Wendy nervously.
    â€œIt’s for the machine, goofus! Just chew the gum, will you?”
    â€œGlad to be of service,” said Wendy with a shrug.
    â€œYou guys are going to be in big trouble if you screw that game up,” said the broad-shouldered boy.
    â€œDon’t worry,” said Wendy. “He’s a genius.” She paused, glanced at Ray’s feet, then added, “At least, I think he is.”
    The boy named Hap looked more nervous than ever.
    â€œWhere’s that gum?” demanded Ray.
    â€œCripes, gimme a minute,” said Wendy. “I’m chewing as fast as I can!” A minute later she removed a gooey wad from her mouth. “Here,” she said, passing it under the game table. “Don’t worry about giving it back. You can keep it.”
    â€œThanks. Now shove those parts back under here, will you?”
    Trip began handing the machine’s components to Ray, who hummed contentedly as he worked. Only seconds after Trip had passed in the last piece Ray shouted, “Victory!”
    At the same time the game came winking and roaring back to