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Then I said good-night to my parents and hurried back up to my room, closing the door behind me, eager to get back in bed and start reading. Back under the ocean. Pretty cool, I thought. Then he changed his molecules back so he looked like himself, and flew back to his headquarters. His headquarters! I stared down at the comic book in shock.
The secret headquarters of The Masked Mutant had never been shown before. But this was the first time the building had ever been shown from the outside. I brought the page up close to my face and examined it carefully.
It kind of looked like a giant fire hydrant. A very tall fire hydrant that reached up to the sky. All pink stucco with a huge, green-domed roof. But of course it was the perfect hiding place. Who would ever think that the super bad guy of all time stayed in a building that looked like an enormous pink fire hydrant? I turned the page. The Masked Mutant slipped into the building and disappeared into an elevator.
He rode all the way to the top and stepped out into his private communications center. Waiting for him there was A dark figure. We could see only his black silhouette. But I could tell instantly who it was. How did The Gazelle get in? What was he about to do? To be continued next month. I closed the comic. My eyelids felt heavy. My eyes were too tired to read the tiny type on the Letters page.
I decided to save it for tomorrow. Yawning, I carefully set the comic book down on my bed table. I fell asleep before my head hit the pillow. His blue coat was unzipped. He never zipped his coat. I had on a shirt, a sweater, and a heavy, quilted, down coat, zipped up to my chin—and I was still cold. His breath steamed up in front of him. His blue eyes matched his coat. The orthodontist is just a few blocks from it. I saw the blue-and-white city bus turn the corner.
See you later! I turned and ran full speed to the bus stop. The driver was a nice guy. He saw me running and waited for me. Breathing hard, I thanked him and climbed on to the bus. I stood for a while. Then two people got off, and I slid into a seat. As the bus bounced along Main Street, I stared out at the passing houses and front yards. Dark clouds hung low over the roofs. I wondered if we were about to get our first snowfall of the winter.
The comic book store was a few blocks away. I checked my watch, thinking maybe I had time to stop there before my orthodontist appointment. But no.
No time for comics today. I turned to see that a girl had taken the seat beside me. Her carrot-colored hair was tied back in a single braid. She had green eyes and light freckles on her nose. She wore a heavy, blue-and-red-plaid ski sweater over faded jeans. She held her red canvas backpack in her lap. She narrowed her green eyes at me as if checking me out.
She snickered. Her eyes crinkled up. I could see she was laughing at me. I guess Skipper is kind of a dumb name. I like it a lot better than my real name—Bradley. The bus stopped for a red light. A baby started crying in the back.
That was too geeky. Most of the comic book collectors I know are boys. Those comics stink.
I gazed out the window. The sky had grown darker. Had we passed the comic book store? Libby folded her hands over her red backpack. All that superhero junk? Maybe two thousand. She laughed. I just like to read them. We both laughed.
She was pretty cute-looking. And she was funny, in a nasty sort of way. I stopped laughing when I glanced out the window and realized I had definitely passed my stop. The bus rumbled past it, and more unfamiliar stores came into view. I felt a sudden stab of panic in my chest. I pushed the bell and jumped to my feet. She moved her legs into the aisle so that I could squeeze past. The bus squealed to a stop.
I called out good-bye and hurried out the back door. Where am I? I asked myself, glancing around. Why did I let myself get into an argument with that girl? I turned and saw to my surprise that Libby had followed me off the bus.
And as I turned, something came into view that made my breath catch in my throat. I was staring at a tall building on the other corner. A tall, pink stucco building with a bright green, domed roof. I was staring at the secret headquarters of The Masked Mutant. I stared goggle-eyed at the building across the street. My mouth dropped open. My jaw nearly hit my knees! I raised my eyes to the bright green roof. Then I slowly lowered them over the shiny pink walls.
I had never seen colors like these in real life. They were comic book colors. It was a comic book building. But here it was, standing on the corner across the street.
Are you okay? I told myself. The secret headquarters building of The Masked Mutant is real! Or is it? Two hands shook me by the shoulders, snapping me out of my amazed thoughts.
Are you in shock or something? She pushed back her carrot-colored braid and hiked her backpack onto her shoulder. It looks like a blimp standing on its end. Libby shrugged. My family just moved here last spring. It was already here. A cold wind swirled around the corner. I turned and saw Libby staring at me. No need to go ballistic. I groaned. I really was in shock, seeing that building. I turned back to it. The top of the building had become hidden by the lowering clouds.
Now the building looked like a sleek, pink rocket ship, reaching up to the clouds. A moving truck rumbled past. I waited for it to go by, then hurried across the street. There was no one on the sidewalk. I hadn't seen anyone go into the building or come out of it. Nothing to get excited about.
But my heart was pounding as I stopped a few feet from the glass doors at the entrance. I took a deep breath and peeked in. I narrowed my eyes and squinted through the glass doors. It appeared dark inside. I took a step closer. Then another. I brought my face right up to the glass and peered in. I could see a wide lobby. Pink-and-yellow walls. A row of elevators near the back. But no people. No one. I grabbed the glass-door handle. My throat made a loud gulping sound as I swallowed hard.
Should I go in? I asked myself. Do I dare? I started to tug the heavy door open. Then, out of the comer of my eye, I saw a blue-and-white bus moving toward me. I glanced at my watch. I was only five minutes late for my appointment. Letting go of the handle, I turned and ran to the bus stop, my backpack bouncing on my shoulders. I felt disappointed. But I also felt relieved. Walking into the headquarters of the meanest mutant in the universe was a little scary.
The bus eased to a stop. I waited for an elderly man to step off.
Then I climbed onboard, dropped my money into the box, and hurried to the back of the bus. I wanted to get one last look at the mysterious pink-and-green building. Two women were sitting in the back seat.
But I pushed between them and pressed my face against the back window. As the bus pulled away, I stared at the building. Its colors stayed bright, even though the sky was so dark behind it. The sidewalk was empty. A few seconds later, the building disappeared into the distance.
I turned away from the window and walked up the aisle to find a seat. Weird, I thought. Totally weird. His blue eyes stared across the lunchroom table at me.
The building was exactly the same. I opened mine. I pulled the juice box from my lunch bag. Then I tossed the apple in the trash. I keep telling Mom not to pack an apple. I told her I just throw it away every day. Why does she keep packing one? I was thinking hard about the mysterious building. He scratched his white-blond curls. A smile formed on his face. In Riverview Falls? Wilson nodded.
He stops his car. He gets out. He stares at the building. And he thinks: What a great building! This building would make a perfect secret headquarters building for The Masked Mutant. He had a piece of celery stuck to his front tooth. Maybe he got out of the car and sketched the building. Then he kept the sketches in a drawer or something till he needed them. Actually, it made too much sense.
I felt really disappointed. Wilson had spoiled everything. Why did he have to be so sensible for once? I could bring them over to your house after school. But Ms. Partridge gave us a ton of homework. I had to go straight home. The next day, it snowed. A week later, I finally had a chance to go back and take another look at the building.
There must be a receptionist or a guard, I decided. I was feeling really brave as I climbed on to the bus after school.
It was an ordinary office building, after all. Taking a seat at the front of the bus, I looked for Libby.
The bus was filled with kids going home after school. Near the back, I saw a red-haired girl arguing with another girl. No sign of her. I stared out the window as the bus rolled past the comic book store. Just seeing his building made my teeth ache! Bright sunlight kept filling the bus windows, forcing me to shield my eyes as I stared out. Kids were jammed in the aisle. I had a heavy feeling in the pit of my stomach.
I have a real fear of getting lost. My mom says that when I was two, she lost me for a few minutes in the frozen foods section at the Pic 'n Pay. The bus pulled up to a bus stop. I recognized the small park across the street. This was the stop! I hit a boy with my backpack as I stumbled to the front door. Getting off! The bus rumbled away. Sunlight streamed around me. I stepped to the corner.
This was the right stop. I recognized it all now. I turned and raised my eyes to the strange building. And found myself staring at a large, empty lot. The building was gone. Shielding my eyes with one hand, I stared across the street. How could that enormous building vanish in one week? Another bus pulled up to the bus stop.
She was wearing the same red-and-blue ski sweater and faded jeans, torn at one knee. Her hair was pulled straight back, tied in a ponytail with a blue hair scrunchie. Then she shrugged. Did you see them doing it? Any bulldozers? Dozens of workers?
And the art is so lame. And she had shelves full of them! How could a whole building vanish without a trace? I jogged back to the bus stop on Main Street.
The sun was sinking behind the buildings. Long blue shadows tilted over the sidewalks. When I get to the comer, I bet the building will be back! I found myself thinking.
I know. I have weird thoughts. I guess it comes from reading too many comic books. I had to wait nearly half an hour for the bus to come. I spent the whole time staring at the empty lot, thinking about the vanished building. When I finally got home, I found a brown envelope waiting for me on the little table in the hall where Mom drops the mail.
The special issue of The Masked Mutantl The comics company was sending out two special editions this month, and this was the first. Carefully, I slid the comic book out of the envelope and examined the cover.
And there it stood. The pink-and-green headquarters building. Right on the cover. My hand trembled as I opened to the first page. The Masked Mutant stood in front of a big communications console. He stared into a wall of about twenty TV monitors. I read them three times before I let the comic book slip out of my hands to my bed. An Invisibility Curtain. I sat excitedly on the edge of my bed, breathing hard, feeling the blood pulse at my temples.
Is that what happened in real life? It sounded crazy. It sounded totally crazy. But was it real? Was there really an Invisibility Curtain hiding the building? My head was spinning faster than The Amazing Tornado-Man! I knew only one thing.
I had to go back there and find out. I usually try on at least ten or twelve pairs, then beg for the most expensive ones. You know. The ones that pump up or flash lights when you walk in them.
But this time I bought the first pair I saw, plain black-and-white Reeboks. I mean, who could think about sneakers when an invisible building was waiting to be discovered? Driving home from the mall, I started to tell Mom about the building. But she stopped me after a few sentences. I decided to change the subject. She made a disgusted face. The next afternoon, wearing my new sneakers, I eagerly hopped on the city bus. Tossing my token into the box, I saw Libby sitting near the back.
As the bus lurched away from the curb, I stumbled down the aisle and dropped beside her, lowering my backpack to the floor. I said hi. Then I repeated what I had said about the Invisibility Curtain.
I told her I read about it in the newest Masked Mutant comic, and that the comic may be giving clues as to what was happening in real life. Libby listened to me intently, not blinking, not moving. I could see that she was finally starting to see why I was so excited about finding this building. When I finished explaining everything, she put a hand on my forehead. Come with me. A mean laugh. I have a good sense of humor. The bus pulled up to the bus stop.
I hoisted my backpack and scrambled out the back exit. Libby stepped off right behind me. As the bus pulled away, sending out puffs of black exhaust behind it, I gazed across the street. No building. An empty lot. We crossed the street. Two teenagers on bikes nearly ran us over. The other one laughed. Her voice sounded serious. But I could see by her eyes that she was laughing at me. But once you step through it, you can see the building.
She tossed her ponytail over her shoulder. Then another step. We crossed the sidewalk and stepped onto the hard dirt. We took another step. She grabbed my wrist and squeezed it hard. Her hand was ice-cold.
We stood a few feet from the glass entrance. The bright walls of the pink-and- green building rose above us. I swallowed hard. I tried to talk, but my mouth was suddenly too dry. I coughed, and no words came out. The comic book is reall I thought.
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The comic book is real. Does that mean the building really belongs to The Masked Mutant? I warned myself to slow down. My heart was already racing faster than Speedboy. My heart was pounding so hard, my chest hurt. My knees were shaking. I glanced quickly all around. The lobby was enormous. It seemed to stretch on forever.
The pink-and-yellow walls gave off a soft glow. The sparkly white ceiling seemed to be a mile above our heads. No chairs or tables. No furniture of any kind. I could see that she was frightened, too. She clung to my arm, standing close beside me. The vast room was empty. Not another person in sight. I took another step. And heard a soft beep. A beam of yellow light shot out of the wall and rolled down over my body.
I felt a gentle tingling. Kind of a prickly feeling, the kind of feeling when your arm goes to sleep. It swept down quickly from my head to my feet. A second or two later, the light vanished and the tingly feeling went away. Are you trying to scare me or something, Skipper? Did I dare take a ride on one? Was I brave enough to do a little exploring? I think the building is empty, Skipper. My sneakers thudded loudly on the hard marble floor.
Her eyes kept darting back and forth. I could see she was really scared. You think this is the secret headquarters of that comic book character— don't you.
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My knees were still shaking. It was in the comic book—and it was outside this building. This place gives me the creeps. I tried to sound brave, but my voice shook nearly as much as my knees! Libby followed my gaze to the elevators. She guessed what I was thinking. Her face suddenly appeared very pale. Her green eyes were wide with fright. I have to explore a little. Outside I saw a blue-and-white bus stop at the curb.
A woman climbed off, carrying a baby in one hand, dragging a stroller in the other. I could run out the door and climb right onto that bus, I thought. I could get out of here, safe and sound. And be on my way home. But what would happen when I got home? I would feel like a coward, a total wimp. And I would spend day after day wondering about this building, wondering if I had actually discovered the secret headquarters of a real supervillain. If I jumped on the bus and rode home now, the building would still be a mystery.
And the mystery would drive me crazy. Then she rolled her eyes. I was glad. Why do you feel sorry for me? Instead, she laughed. The sound of her laughter echoed in the enormous, empty lobby.
It made me feel a little braver. I laughed, too. So what? I pushed the lighted button on the wall. Instantly, the silvery elevator door in front of us slid open.
I poked my head into the elevator. It had walls of dark brown wood with a silver railing that went all the way around. There were no signs on the walls. No building directory. No words at all. I suddenly realized there were no signs in the lobby, either. Not even a sign with the name of the building. Or a sign to tell visitors where to check in. Libby held back. I tugged her by the arm into the elevator. The doors slid shut silently behind us as soon as we stepped in.
I turned to the control panel to the left of the door. It was a long, silvery rectangle filled with buttons. I pushed the button to the top floor. The elevator started to hum. It jerked slightly as we began to move.
I turned to Libby. She had her back pressed against the back wall, her hands shoved into her jeans pockets. She stared straight ahead at the door. The elevator picked up speed. I had pushed the button to the top floor. But we were dropping. I grabbed the railing with both hands. Where was it taking us? Would it ever stop? I let go of the railing and turned to Libby beside me. She stared straight ahead at the elevator door. We both stared at the door.
I stepped to the center of the elevator. The air is starting to run out already. She let it out in a long whoosh. A button at the bottom read OPEN. I pushed it. Instantly, the door slid open. I turned back to Libby. I stepped to the doorway and poked my head out. It was very dark. I could see some kind of heavy machinery in the darkness. I took a step out the door and glanced both ways.
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More machinery. A row of metal trash cans. A stack of long metal boxes. I pushed it five or six times. Nothing happened. I suddenly had a lump in my throat as big as a watermelon. I pushed everything. Good idea, I thought. There was a long row of elevators up in the lobby. I led the way out into the dark basement. Libby stayed close behind me. I waited for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. Then I saw what Libby was staring at. We were staring at a smooth, bare wall. The elevator that had brought us down here was the only elevator on the wall.
I spun around, checking out the other walls. But it was too dark to see very far. I searched the wall for a button to push to bring our elevator back. I couldn't find one. No button. A sudden noise made me jump. A rumble followed by a grinding hum. The huge, gray furnace rumbled and coughed. Another big machine made a soft clattering sound as we edged past it. My voice echoed off the long, dust-covered pipes that ran along the low ceiling above our heads. I cupped my hands around my mouth and called again.
Can anybody hear me? The only sounds I could hear were the rumble of the furnace and the soft scrape of our sneakers as Libby and I slowly crept over the floor. As we came near the far wall, we could see that there were no elevators over here.
The smooth plaster wall was bare except for a thick tangle of cobwebs up near the ceiling. Dim light shone through a narrow doorway up ahead.
We stepped through the doorway and found ourselves in a long hallway. Dust- covered ceiling bulbs cast pale light onto the concrete floor. My voice sounded hollow in the long tunnel of a hallway. No reply. Dark doorways lined both sides of the hallway. I peeked into each door as we passed. One large room was jammed with enormous coils of metal cable.
Another room had sheets of metal piled nearly to the ceiling. I stopped at the doorway and stared in at some sort of control panel. One wall was filled with blinking red and green lights. In front of the lights stood a long counter of dials and gears and levers. Three tall stools were placed along the counter. But no one sat in them. No one worked the controls.
The room was empty. As empty as the rest of this strange, frightening basement. If this is some kind of a dumb joke But the rest of my words caught in my throat.
Breathing hard, I forced myself to retrace our steps. I began jogging, my hands down stiffly at my sides, calling her name, searching every door, peering into every dark room. How could she get lost? I asked myself, feeling my panic rise until I could barely breathe.
She was right behind me. I turned another corner. I had to shut my eyes against the sudden bright light. When I opened them, I found myself nearly face-to-face with a gigantic machine. Bright floodlights from the high ceiling covered it in light. The machine had to be a block long!
A big control panel, filled with dials, and buttons, and lights, stood against the side. A long, flat part—like a conveyor belt— led to several rollers. And at the very end of the machine stood a huge white wheel.
No—a cylinder. No—a roll of white paper. I realized. I lurched into the room, stepping around stacks of paper and cardboard cartons. The floor was littered with paper, ink-smeared paper, crumpled, folded, and ripped.
As I staggered toward the huge printing press, the sea of paper rose up nearly to my knees! Are you in here? This room was as empty as all the others. The paper crackled under my sneakers. I made my way to a long table at the back of the room.
I found a red stool in front of the table, and I dropped down onto it. I kicked big sheets of paper away from my legs and glanced around the room. A hundred questions pushed into my mind at once. Where is Libby? How could she disappear like that? Is she somewhere close behind me? Will she follow the hallway to this big room? Where is everyone? Why is this place totally deserted? My brain felt about to burst. I stared around the cluttered room, my eyes rolling past the gigantic printing press, searching for Libby.
Where was she? I turned back to the table—and gasped. I nearly toppled off the stool. The Masked Mutant was staring up at me.
Startled, I picked it up and examined it. It had been drawn on thick posterboard in colored inks. Through his mask, his eyes appeared to stare out at me.
They soon discover that the book can trap the monsters inside. However, the book is stolen and Kathy is kidnapped by the monsters. Chu Ken Jeong , a Goosebumps fan who is thrilled to be trapped in a living Goosebumps story, helps them craft monster disguises to safely navigate the town. The kids head for the Wardenclyffe Tower while Stine arrives in town. At the tower, the kids encounter Slappy and Walter and discover that Slappy has turned Kathy into a living dummy.
Sonny and Sam overload the reactor while Sarah fights Slappy. She defeats Slappy by kicking him into the electrified coil atop the tower, which blasts him into the sky. Sarah opens the book, combining it with the reactor's energy to suck all the other monsters into the Haunted Halloween manuscript. Kathy and Walter return to normal. Stine arrives and congratulates the kids for defeating the monsters, as well as offering Sarah writing advice for her essay. Sometime later, Kathy and Walter start dating, Sonny wins the science fair and Sarah gets an email saying she got into Columbia University.
Back in Stine's cabin, he finishes a new book. Slappy appears, revealed to have survived and written a book of his own where Stine is the main character. He then opens the manuscript, sucking Stine inside. Caleel Harris as Sam Carter, Sonny's best friend. Chris Parnell as Walter, the manager of the local pharmacy, who has a crush on Kathy and is turned into a hunchbacked ogre by a Haunted Mask.
Ken Jeong as Mr. Chu, the Quinns' neighbor. Jack Black as R. Stine , the writer of the Goosebumps books. Stine appears as Principal Harrison, the principal of the school that Sonny and Sam attend. Mick Wingert as the voice of Slappy the Dummy ,  a living ventriloquist dummy from the Night of the Living Dummy books.
Jack Black previously voiced Slappy in the first film. Avery Lee Jones provides the puppeteer work for Slappy. Bryce Cass as Tyler Mitchell, Sarah's ex-boyfriend. Kendrick Cross as Mr. Carter, Sam's father. Shari Headley as Mrs.And I would spend day after day wondering about this building, wondering if I had actually discovered the secret headquarters of a real supervillain.
Libby folded her hands over her red backpack. But there is one comic that I have to read every month. The sidewalk was empty. As we came near the far wall, we could see that there were no elevators over here.
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