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before the power short-circuits again.”
    My head whirred like a pinwheel.
    I had so many questions, but there was so little time for answers. We needed the movie screening. We needed a Leery pep talk. Even though we’d made some smart guesses so far today, this B-Monster still intimidated me.
    We found our DVD copy of They Came from Planet Q and headed for the screening room. Getting into the screening room might very well be my favorite part of being on the Monster Squad. We get to go down a slide that lands us in our individual, cushy, floating theater seats.
    Although the power was out in some parts of the castle and the alarm kept triggering, the screening room had its own generator that seemed unaffected by the B-Force.
    A hazy, red light filled the screen. Then words flew out of the haze like comets. They zipped around the screen and came together to form the movie title.
    THEY !
CAME !
FROM !
PLANET Q !
    A loud engine revved and a large metal UFO came into view. It was half in the shadows, but I could see it throbbing as if it were alive and breathing.
    â€œThe first time I watched this with my dad,” Jesse whispered to me in the dark, “we spent a week trying to make a miniature replica of the UFO in his laboratory . . .”
    â€œSHHHHHH!” Stella shushed. She’s always telling us to be quiet.
    Boom-zwah. Boom-zwah .
    A low hum-hum noise gave way to a backbeat. It sounded like B-Monster hip-hop—if such a thing existed.
    They came from Planet Q.
They came ’round here for YOU.
Metal mashing,
Buildings crashing,
City smashing crew!
Robots will land at night.
You think things are all right . . .
But nuts, bolts, screws,
The humans LOSE.
These bots were born to fight.
    All at once, a narrator’s voice began to speak . . . real . . . low.
    â€œOnce upon a galaxy, there was a mysterious race of robots made of metal and bolts but powered with the soil and rocks of their home planet of Quotidian, known to most as Planet Q,” the narrator continued.
    All of a sudden two robots appeared on-screen. One of them was holding a rock. Their power stone was named firequartz and even the tiniest stone contained the magnetism of a thousand conductors and the energy of a thousand fires.

    A burst of flames filled the screen. A chorus of violins played in the background, strings screeching. I got goose bumps all over.
    â€œOne day, the supply of firequartz grew perilously low. The robots were barely surviving on the dust of the last remaining firequartz stones on their planet. Now they needed to find another source of firequartz—or lose their civilization forever . . .
    â€œUsing a special magnetic detector housed in their robot shells, the robots were able to locate the last remaining bed of firequartz rock in the galaxy. They only needed to find one spectacular stone buried deep in the ground of a distant planet . . . a planet called . . .
    â€œEARTH!”
    The camera swooped up from the underground into the sky.
    â€œAwesome!” Damon let out a gasp.
    Out of a red haze surrounding the opening credits, a huge green and blue orb filled the screen. I could just make out the outline of oceans and continents beneath the massive cloud cover over Earth. Then the camera panned in closer, through the sky and all the way to the ground. It ducked down into a hole in the ground, past worms and roots, until it reached the darkest place ever.
    The spooky narrator breathed heavily.
    â€œOne rock of firequartz could energize an entire army of Q robots—but how would those robots find it? Could they use their finely sharpened roto-blades to dig deep enough for the stone? The robots formed an armada of spaceships and headed for Earth . . .”
    A solitary bot appeared on-screen. It looked exactly like the one in my photo from the mall. Its dark gunmetal body pulsed with red light (fading in and out just like its firequartz energy, of course). The robot rolled out of a