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is some kind of sneaky alien invasion like the one in Martian Mayhem ?”
    That was one of my least favorite B-Monster movies, but I was impressed by the reference. Maybe Damon knew more about Bs than I thought.
    â€œWhat’s the matter with you guys?” Lindsey chuckled. “Ms. Sharp didn’t disappear. She went out into the hall with Principal Pickle. I mean, she’s been gone a while now, but . . .”
    â€œLindsey, something is really wrong around here,” I said.
    â€œIs it any more wrong than any other day?” Lindsey asked. “Don’t worry so much. Ms. Sharp will be right back. She said so.”
    Sure enough, Ms. Sharp walked in a moment later. Damon and I dove for our seats.
    â€œHello, students!” Ms. Sharp declared. “I’m back at last! There will be no more interruptions. Take out your math books. I think we can salvage some of this lesson.”
    Math? Now? It was going to be hard to concentrate for a whole ten minutes.
    Something hit my shoulder with a ping. A paper airplane landed on the floor next to me. I twisted around to see who had launched it.
    The Ninja!
    Stella Min stared me down with her beady brown eyes. I’d forgotten she was in this class. Carefully, I opened the note on my lap.
    I see the slime, too.
    â€œMr. Ranger?” I gasped aloud. Ms. Sharp hovered over me.
    â€œIs there something wrong, Mr. Ranger?” Ms. Sharp asked, raising an eyebrow. “I asked you a question.”

    â€œYou did?” I stammered. “Uh . . . uh . . .”
    How was I supposed to solve unit conversions and do pre-algebra at a time like this? I shouted out a random number.
    â€œThree hundred and eleven.”
    Ms. Sharp sighed. “Good grief! You need to read the chapter again, Mr. Ranger,” she groaned. She turned to Myles “Brain Boy” Boxer for the correct answer.
    I whirled back around in my seat. A second piece of paper crash-landed on my desktop. This folded note looked like an origami bird.
    I think we should talk. Look over here.
    I glanced back at Stella. My heart sank.
    In her hand, Stella held a shimmering blue piece of paper. She had an invitation just like the one Walter Block had given to me outside the library!
    I gulped and leaned back into my bag. Where was my own blue invitation? I held it up high so Stella could see.
    Then, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Damon holding the very same blue piece of paper in his fist. His eyes flashed at me and then at Lindsey.
    She had a blue paper, too?
    Whoa.
    We were the four kids invited to go to the castle?
    Brrrrrrrrring.
    The class bell rang. The four of us raced for the door at the exact same time. We huddled in the hallway, away from the flow of traffic.
    â€œI can’t believe we each got these!” I said excitedly. “I can’t believe we have so much in common . . .”
    â€œHold on, Ranger. I don’t have anything in common with you,” Damon said.
    â€œOh, brother,” Lindsey frowned. “You are such an idiot, Damon Molloy!”
    â€œYeah, well . . . Mister Idiot to you,” Damon cracked.
    â€œLindsey,” I asked. “Did you see any slime yesterday?”
    Lindsey squirmed a little bit. Her eyes went from me to Damon to Stella and back again. Then she finally confessed. Yes, she’d seen a bunch of slime in her backyard sprinklers!
    â€œHow did you know?” Lindsey asked.
    I took a deep breath. All four of us had seen the slime. This was serious.
    â€œWhy is this happening?” I muttered.
    â€œDuh! Because we like B-Monster movies,” Damon said. “We’re like Oswald Leery’s own personal fan club or something.”
    â€œNah. He has a trillion fans just like us,” I said. “There has to be something more, something else ...”
    â€œLet’s go up to Leery Castle on Friday like the invitation says,” Stella said. “We can get to the bottom of all