“You guys!” shouted Shake. “Hey you guys, look! I found Hecate’s ring! It was so easy! It was just out there for the taking! Ha ha! What a stupid hiding spot!”Meatwad rolled out through a door nearby, his eyes barely visible beneath a giant, unruly mane of hair. “Aw, shucks,” he said. “All I found was this room full of hair.”
Frylock floated out of another room. “Let me see that,” he said, grabbing the ring with one of his giant French fry fingers. “Shake, that ring is attached to a necklace. It looks like you just stole some guy’s wedding ring from around his neck.”
Carl appeared at the top of the stairway landing nearby. “All right, who took my freakin’ ring?!” he shouted. He started heading down the stairs, but Mrs. Danvers, who had been sweeping up the stairs from the opposite direction, leapt in front of him. She leaned back against the wall, placing her foot on the opposite banister to block his way.
“Lady, what the hell are you doin’?” said Carl. He tried to move past her, but she darted down a few more stairs and spread her arms out, blocking him again. “C’mon, lady, get out of my freakin’ way!” He tried to dodge past her one more time. This time, she gently laid one arm across his shoulders and began to drag him, step by step, back up the stairs. “Oh, boy,” said Carl. “Here we go again. Lady, you are surprisingly strong.”
The three stared after him for a while. Then Shake turned to Meatwad. “C’mon, Meatwad, let’s go back to that room with the dead animals and try to stuff you into one of the glass cases to scare people.” “O-kay!” said Meatwad. Frylock sighed. “I’m going back to the bar. All this walking around is hurting my feet.”
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