Out of This WorldPete’s backpack lay next to Jack on the pavement. It was no longer glowing. As Pete ran to pick it up, he saw Jack revive. A smelly blob of mud-brown goo oozed down the side of Jack’s head. Pete could tell it was no ordinary slime.
Jack moaned as he pushed himself up. “It’s like I got hit by a stink hammer.” He grabbed his backpack and staggered to his feet, still dizzy from the blow.
Pete held out his arm for Jack to lean on. “We’ve g-got to get you to a doctor. I’m sure there’s more harm in that Bog Fog blob than nauseates the eye.”
“Someone’s been hurt!” shouted the girl who had attacked Pete.
Whispers were flying. Children were talking. Quite a crowd had formed.
The bus driver stomped down toward them, leaving the engine running. “Knock it off, kids! Whoever doesn
