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Would I live to see another day?
    Garth and the posse ducked out of the classroom. But I didn’t move.
    Neither did Damon.
    Spiker came into the classroom first. He made a sour face at me. “Jesse,” Spiker groaned. “You shouldn’t be here.”
    â€œYeah, you kids better head to class before you’re sent to the principal’s office,” a cop said sternly, pointing his sausagelike finger at us.
    â€œThis floor is way off-limits,” another cop growled. “There’s nothing to see.”
    â€œNothing but a whole truckload of slime, right?” I muttered.
    â€œSlime? What slime?” Spiker asked.
    â€œ That green slime,” Damon said. “Don’t you see it?”
    â€œThere’s no slime here!” the third cop said. “Now you better get moving before you start seeing little green men, too.”
    I gulped. Why could we see the slime when no one else could?
    â€œOkay, boys, I’m taking you in,” the first cop said. “You’re going to get into big, BIG trouble. I wouldn’t be surprised if you got expelled for—”
    â€œHold on,” Spiker interrupted. “I know these kids.”
    The cop stepped back.
    Spiker waved his hand down the hall. “Shove off, kids. Before I change my mind . . .”
    Before we turned away, Damon nudged me in the side. “Ranger,” he whispered. I could barely hear him. “Look at that!”

    I glanced into Mr. Bunsen’s classroom. In a corner near the teacher’s desk was a pair of blue-green sneakers just like the ones I had seen on Mr. Bunsen’s feet a day before. What were those doing there?
    Near Mr. Bunsen’s shoes, a strange puddle of slime caught my attention.
    It had spelled out a word right there on the floor.
    .
    â€œLet’s get out of here!” I cried as we took off down the hall.

CHAPTER 7
    THE NINJA KNOWS
    Damon and I bolted back into the stairwell. We were both sweating bullets.
    â€œThat stuff in the classroom was turning into Slimo for real!” I gasped, taking two steps down at a time. “It’s just like Oswald Leery’s B-Monster movies! Once the monster gets its teeth, it will eat us all!”
    â€œWhy didn’t anyone besides you and me see the slime?” Damon asked.
    â€œI don’t know,” I whispered back. “That goo was everywhere .”
    â€œI saw slime last night, too,” Damon said in a low voice.
    I stopped short. “You did?”
    â€œI woke up in the middle of the night drooling so I went into the bathroom to wash my face. But when I picked up the towel by the sink, it was covered in this green, sticky, stinky goo.”
    â€œEwwww,” I groaned. “That’s snot possible!” I cracked, making a lame joke. I do that sometimes when I’m feeling nervous.
    Of course Damon shot me an evil stare. “This isn’t funny, dorkus!”
    â€œI’m not laughing,” I said, even though I was. “The truth is, I saw slime, too. It came out of our kitchen sink.”
    â€œThe sink? Just like mine!” Damon cried.
    â€œIt’s a sign,” I said.
    â€œRight,” Damon said. “A sign that we’re doomed.”
    We headed back to our regular classroom. We were so late! Ms. Sharp would probably throw a fit. But when we went through the door, the teacher wasn’t even there! Kids were talking and goofing off.
    Lindsey looked up and waved from the back row.
    â€œJesse, what are you doing with him ?” she asked, rolling her eyes at Damon.
    â€œLong story,” I said. “Did you know that Mr. Bunsen disappeared?”
    â€œDisappeared? What?” Lindsey’s eyes popped open. “From where?” she blinked.
    â€œFrom his classroom. In fact, we were just upstairs looking at—”
    â€œRanger!” Damon grabbed my shoulder hard. His voice sounded panicked. “What if Ms. Sharp disappeared, too? What if this