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not gonna eat my brain!”
    The screams from the street sounded horrible.
    â€œHolly doesn’t want your brain, Jeff. At least not yet. And if we act fast, she never will.”
    He frowned. “What’s wrong with my brain?”
    â€œJeff!” cried Liz. “Work with me here!”
    Jeff swallowed hard and grabbed Holly’s outstretched arms. “Oh, all right, come on.”
    â€œO … kay …” zombie Holly droned.
    The three kids crept along the sidewalk, keeping close to the buildings. Night was falling quickly. The streetlights cast eerie shadows on the pavement.
    â€œWhy are we going to the movies?” Jeff asked.
    â€œI’m starting to figure some things out,” said Liz.
    â€œGood, because I’m not,” said Jeff, darting looks everywhere.
    â€œOkay,” Liz began. “Martians are flying by Grover’s Mill, right? I mean, of course they are. This is the UFO landing center of the universe. Anyway, they see the flood-lights from last week’s movie. But something happens and they crash in Lake Lake.”
    â€œMartians crash,” Jeff repeated thoughtfully. “Uh-huh, go on.”
    â€œBut the minute they hit Earth’s atmosphere — blam! — they start flaking apart! And they attack us because they’re way hungry and need brains to keep them from drying out.”
    â€œWow, when you say it, it sounds so simple!” Jeff said.
    â€œBut I think I know how to get rid of them,” said Liz.
    â€œYou do?” asked Jeff.
    Liz nodded, took a deep breath, and told Jeff her amazing plan. Every single detail about how it was supposed to work. When she was done, she said, “And that’s how we do it!”
    â€œThat’s it?” Jeff screwed up his face as if he were sucking on one of those limes she sang about. “But you’d need incredible split-second timing. No way. It’s too weird. Too dumb. Too impossible!”
    Liz smiled. “Sure — anywhere else in the universe. But this is — ”
    â€œThe Weird Zone?” Jeff offered.
    â€œExactly!” Liz gazed up and down the street. She had her eye on the Plan Nine Drive-in. It was almost eight o’clock. She didn’t want to miss that movie. “This alley behind us looks safe. If we follow the back street, then shoot straight for the gates of the Drive-in, we should make it.”
    They started down the alley. The glow from a yellow streetlight cast deep shadows on the walls. A truck was parked at the end of the alley.
    â€œOhhhh!” A groan.
    Something moved in the shadows.
    â€œWho — who — who’s there?” Jeff asked.
    A large shape emerged into the yellow glow of the streetlight.
    â€œPrincipal Bell!” cried Liz, running up to him. “Boy are we glad to see you. We need to get to the Drive-in, fast! Can you help us find a way to — ”
    But, Principal Bell wasn’t the same somehow.
    His skin was as gray as the linoleum in the main hallway of school, only it wasn’t shiny like that floor. It was dusty like the floor gets when Mr. Sweeney the janitor puts that green stuff down after a kid throws up.
    The look from Mr. Bell’s eyes was dead. There was a big dark spot on his forehead. And as he lurched forward, he tilted from side to side like a kid on a bike with training wheels.
    â€œUm … Principal Bell?”
    â€œOhhhh!” he groaned as he lunged for them.
    â€œWe’re studying very hard!” Liz blurted out.
    Mr. Bell stopped.
    â€œUm … yeah!” Jeff added. “We’re sticking to the summer reading program. Ten books so far. Fat ones!”
    â€œBooks,” the man droned. “Summer reading.”
    This seemed to make a difference to the zombie Mr. Bell. “Gooood,” he groaned, nodding. He pointed to the end of the alley. “Truck. Drive.”
    â€œHurray!” shouted Jeff. “He’s like Holly. He’s