“I don’t have time for you. Fly, Gasket! Fly!”
Gasket nodded, and he flapped his wings furiously; he blew fire at the clowns and sent them running for cover. Then he lifted off into the air and hovered as he gained his balance.
Gasket took to the sky and the town shrank below them.
“Good job, pal,” Theo said. “I think we’re safe now.” He pointed in the direction of the festival grounds, far in the distance, and Gasket flapped his wings.
There was a roar behind them, and Theo looked back and saw another dragon rising into the sky. It looked like Gasket, but it was red, and its eyes glowed orange. Andersen was riding the dragon, and next to him flew Verona, with a propeller attached to her head.
“You have to be kidding me,” Theo said.
Gasket saw the clowns approaching and whimpered.
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