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I can’t believe my eyes. Iggy is here. He looks just like he did when I first saw him: a pot-bellied alien with glowing skin and long limbs.
“Great Scala needs Iggy. Iggy came as fast as Iggy could.”
Suddenly, the regular thud of helicopter rotors and jet engines falls silent. The computerized voice on the loudspeaker sounds once more. “Imminent autopilot failure. Imminent autopilot failure.” The humans freak out even harder than before.
I kneel down beside Iggy. “Listen to me carefully. We need to send out little lightning bolts into all those machines in the sky. We have to stop the planes and copters but without hurting any humans.”
“That hard for Iggy.”
“I’ll hold your hand and help you focus. It’ll be just like when we knocked out those Razor Guards. Will you help me?”
“Iggy
