Chapter 9“Fire it up, Fizzy!” exclaimed Mondo as he pulled his goggles down over his eyes. At the command desk, Fizzy bashed the keyboard like a concert pianist. Mondo turned knobs and flipped switches on the Interceptor. It activated and hummed to life.
Four household fans, each hanging up in the corners of the lab, all turned on to their fastest speed and blew loudly. Each fan pointed toward the next corner adjacent to it, effectively creating a circular current that turned the lab into a small wind tunnel.
“It keeps the lab from overheating!” yelled Mondo over the noise. The triangle sketches were swept off the workbench — “Whoops!” apologized Mondo — and many of them now swirled around the room in a paper tornado effect. A few landed outside the cyclone or stuck to a wall. With his b
