The Sisters Grimm: Book Eight: The Inside Story Read Online Free PDF

dragged into this book, and we’re here to rescue him. To do that we have to kill the Wicked Witch and get her broom for you, so why don’t you do your little magic show so we can get on with it.”
    The head opened its mouth wide and Sabrina fully expected more complaints about respecting the plot, but instead she heard a deep, obnoxious belch.
    The girls looked at each another in disbelief.
    “I know that’s not in the story,” Daphne said.
    The head laughed. “Why would I help a couple of monkey-faced freaks like you two?”
    Sabrina glanced around the room. Standing not far from where they were was a tall green screen. She stepped over to it.
    “Never mind the man behind the screen!” the head bellowed as Sabrina pushed it aside. Standing behind it was a very familiar ragged-haired boy in a filthy green hoodie.
    “Puck!” the girls cried.
    On the floor next to him, tied tight with rope, was the Wizard. A green gag was shoved into his mouth and it was clear by his groans that he was not happy. Puck, however, looked as amused as Sabrina had ever seen him.
    “Hello, Grimms,” Puck said. “Are you having as much fun as I am?”

 

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    z rules!” Puck exclaimed.
    “How did you get here?” Sabrina asked.
    “After I stepped into that crazy book I was tossed inside a tornado. I got spun around at a million miles an hour and then was flung all the way to the Emerald City. It was awesome!”
    Daphne looked down at the Wizard. His hands were bound tightly. “What’s his story?”
    “His guards found me and locked me in a cell,” Puck said, giving the man a healthy kick in the rear. “The Wiz here figured out I was from the real world pretty fast and begged me to help him escape the Book.”
    “Escape the Book? Oh, dear,” the Scarecrow murmured.
    “That’s what he said,” Puck said. “I agreed to help, but knowing him like I do, I figured he would somehow double-cross me, so I decided to triple-cross him first. Then it dawned on me he might try a quadruple-cross so I immediately skipped the quindruple-, sexdruple-, and septdruple-, and went straight to the octdruple-cross. He never saw it coming! Once he turned his back, I tied him up and took over as the Great and Terrible Oz. The people either don’t know the difference or don’t care.”
    “Yeah, they keep treating me like I’m Dorothy,” Daphne said.
    “What about you?” Puck said, turning to Sabrina.
    Sabrina’s face turned bright red. “I’m Toto,” she mumbled.
    “Who?”
    “I’m the dog! Are you satisfied?”
    Puck burst into an obnoxious, horsey laugh. “I’ve been telling you that you were a dog since we first met. If we’re getting married, you’re going to have to go to the doctor and see what they can do about your face.”
    Sabrina seethed. “What are you talking about?”
    “Us . . . getting married,” Puck said. “You’re my fiancée.”
    It took several moments for Puck’s words to sink in. Puck couldn’t have called her his “fiancée,” could he? But the look on Daphne’s face—an expression filled with thrills and romantic giggles—confirmed that her ears were not playing tricks. She was certain her own face was glowing as red as a stoplight.
    “We’re married in the future, right?” Puck continued. “You told me we were. At first the thought of marrying you made me sick. I mean, really physically ill. I was barfing and fevered. I spent a few days in bed with the chills, but then I realized, hey! Getting married might be the best thing that ever happened to me. I’ll have someone to wait on me hand and foot. Having a wife is practically like having a slave, and I could really use the help. I hope you can cook, Grimm. I like to eat.”
    “A slave?!” Sabrina cried. “Is that what you think a wife is?”
    “Of course,” Puck said. “But before we get to that, we need to start planning our wedding and the reception. I was thinking we could have it in Pompeii, you know, where all those people