“Why won’t you die?” Shaggy growled.
The factory bubbled and popped around Theo. The marsh blinked into view, and then the factory appeared again. The changing scenery gave Theo a headache.
The illusions are wearing off. I’ll create an illusion for him.
He clutched his heart and cried, “Shawn! Shawn!” He pretended to wander around the factory. He felt the Whatsamadoozle on his waist—Shaggy hadn’t taken it.
Meanwhile, Shaggy hovered closer, his tongue a blasting blowtorch of flames.
The Dream Marshes blinked back into sight and Theo saw an iridescent pond next to his foot.
A little closer . . .
“Time to die,” Shaggy whispered.
Theo activated the Whatsamadoozle, turned it into a bucket, scooped up water and splashed it in Shaggy’s face.
“No—”
Shaggy’s body sparked. “You’ve short-
