Evan took another bite of the candy bar.
“You shouldn’t eat a candy bar unless you have enough to share with everyone,” Kermit scolded.
“You haven’t been very nice to me,” Evan told him. “So I’m not going to share.”
Kermit started stirring the dough again. He stared angrily at Evan as he stirred. He didn’t see the green Monster Blood being stirred up in the yellow dough.
Evan took another bite of the Choc-O-Lik Bar. Only a few bites left.
“I’m going to tell Mom you were mean to me,” Kermit threatened. “I’m going to tell her you wouldn’t share.”
Evan shook his head. “See what I mean? You’re not nice to me, Kermit. If you were nice to me, I’d share all my candy bars with you.”
Andy winked at Evan. Then she peered into the bowl.
Kermit stirred and stirred.
Andy’s expression became tense. She gripped the edge of the table with both hands. Evan saw her nibble her bottom lip.
Watching Kermit stir the Monster Blood, Evan suddenly had a heavy feeling in his stomach.
We’ve done it, he thought.
We’ve opened another can of Monster Blood.
He stared at the yellow dough in the bowl. It made a soft plopping sound as Kermit pushed the wooden spoon through it.
Now what? Evan wondered.
Now what’s going to happen?
Kermit stirred the yellow dough. The big wooden spoon scraped the bowl. The doughy mixture plopped softly, tumbling and swirling as Kermit worked.
Andy kept nibbling her lower lip, her eyes locked on the bowl. Her brown hair fell over her face. But she made no move to push it back.
Evan watched from the other side of the table. His heart began doing flip-flops in his chest. He took another bite of the chocolate bar.
He chewed as quietly as possible. He didn’t want to disturb Kermit. As he chewed, he stared at the bowl.
He and Andy were waiting. Waiting to see what the little hunk of Monster Blood would do to Kermit’s mixture.
Waiting to see the look of horror on Kermit’s face.
Waiting to pay him back for being such a little monster.
Kermit didn’t seem to notice how quiet it had become in the basement. Dogface came lumbering in, panting loudly, his paws thudding on the tile floor.
No one turned to look at him.
The dog hiccupped, turned, and padded out of the room.
Evan bit off another chunk of the candy bar.
Kermit stirred, humming to himself. The spoon scraped the side of the bowl. The dough slapped against the edge.
And spilled over.
Kermit stopped stirring. “Weird,” he muttered.
Evan’s heart did a flip-flop up to his throat. “What’s weird?” he asked.
“It grew,” Kermit replied, scratching his white-blond hair. “Look.”
Kermit pointed to the yellow dough with the wooden spoon. It plopped up over the top of the bowl.
“It—it’s growing really fast!” Kermit declared.
Evan took a few steps closer. Andy leaned down to get a better look.
The dough rose up, shimmering and quivering.
“Wow!” Kermit cried. “It wasn’t supposed to do this! It was supposed to turn sticky and black!”
Andy winked at Evan. Her brown eyes lit up excitedly. A smile spread across her face.
The yellow blob quivered up over the top of the bowl, as big as a beach ball.
