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CleanoutProfessorShock’sgarage?Majordrag!yousay.Untilyousneakintohisworkshop—andcheckoutthegadgets.Whoa!He’sgotahugerobotinthere.Andareallycoolpinballmachine.

You’redyingtotrythemall.Butlookout.Someoftheprofessor’sinventionsdoshockingthings!Canyoutakeit?Willyouknowwhattodowhenanmp3playerattacksyou?Andwhat’sthatthinglabeled“Loreo”?Doyouhavethegutstofindout?

Whateveryoudo—don’tpushtheredbuttononthatremotecontrol!Youalreadypushedit?Oops.Sorry!

You’reincontrolofthisscaryadventure.Youdecidewhatwillhappen.Andhowterrifyingthescareswillbe!

StartonPAGE1.Thenfollowtheinstructionsatthebottomofeachpage.Youmakethechoices.

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“School’sout!”youyellgleefully.Leaningonthehandlebarsofyourbicycle,yougazeatyourbestfriends,JasonandStacey.“Whatshouldwedotoday?”

JasonandStaceyaretwins.Bothhaveblondhairandblueeyes.Butthat’sabouttheonlywaythey’realike.

“Let’sridearoundthepark,”Jasonsuggests.“BOR-ing!”Staceyresponds.“Let’sgosomeplacenew.”Asalways,youmakethedecision.“We’llgothatway,”yousay,pointing

northoutofthepark.Youraceupthewideboulevardonyourbicycles.Soonyou’reinapartof

townyou’veneverseenbefore.“Iheardthiswastheoldestpartofthecity,”Jasonsays.“Someofthehouses

gobacktopioneerdays.”“Thatonelookslikeitgoesbacktothedinosaurs,”youjoke.Youpointata

high,crumblingbrickwall.Allyoucanseeofthehousebehinditisarottingroof.

AsignbythefrontgatesaysPLEASECOMEIN.

Youturntoyourfriends.“Let’scheckitout,”yousuggest.Youturnbacktothegate.

Andstop.Inshock.BecausethesignnowsaysDANGER!

TurntoPAGE2.

Yourubyoureyes.Didyoureadthesigncorrectly?Thenyouseethatit’sloose.Itturnsslowlyinthewind—backtotheside

thatsaysPLEASECOMEIN.“Let’sgoin!”Staceysaysexcitedly.“Areyounuts?”Jasoncries.“Thesignsaysdanger.”Asusual,youdecide.“Iwanttoseewhat’sinside,”youdeclare.Therusty

gateisopenacrack.Youpushitallthewayopenandenter.Youfindyourselvesinaweedyyardwithgrassashighasyourknees.

Beyondthelawnstandsahugeoldthree-storyhouse.Paintpeelsfromeverywall.Theporchsags.Severalofthewindowsareboardedup.

“Itlookshaunted,”Jasonsaysnervously.Staceyrollshereyes.“There’snosuchthing,”sheresponds.“ButI’llbetno

one’slivedhereinalongtime.”Youstepontothesaggingporchandpeerinthefrontwindow.It’ssodirty

youcan’tseeanythinginside.Thenastrong,bonyhandclampsaroundyourwrist.

GotoPAGE3.

Yourheartthuds.Afierce-lookingoldmanisholdingyourwrist.He’stotallybald.Abushywhitebeardhangsdowntohischest.Hisdarkeyessquintbehindthickglasses.

“It’sabouttimeyougothere!I’vebeenwaitingallmorning.I’mProfessorShock,”theoldmansays.“Areyoureadytostartwork?”

“Whatdoyoumean?”youdemand,pullingawayfromhim.ProfessorShockfrowns.“Aren’tyoufromAcmeCleanup?”“No,”Staceytellshim.“Wewereridingaroundandsawyourgatewas

open.”“Oh.”ProfessorShockseemsdisappointed.“ThepeoplefromAcmewere

supposedtocleanmygarage,”heexplains.“Buttheydidn’tshowup.Whydon’tIhireyoukids?It’snothardwork—andI’llpayyoufiftydollars.”

Youglanceatthetwins.That’salotofmoney!Jasonnodseagerly.“Sure!We’llbegladto.”“Wonderful!”ProfessorShockreplies.“Rightthisway.”Youfollowtheoldmantothebackyard.Thenyouseethegarage.Andyou

wonderifyou’vemadeabigmistake.

TurntoPAGE4.

Thegarageisasbigasabarn—andpackedwithjunk.Moldyoldfurniture.Rottingcardboardboxes.Pilesofrags.Arusted-outcar.Andthat’sjustinthefrontpart.

“Youwantustocleanthisout?”Staceyasks.“It’llbeeasy!”ProfessorShocksayscheerily.Hehandsyoubroomsand

trashbags.“I’llcheckbacklater.Oh,onething,”headds.“Whateveryoudo,don’tgointhebackroom!”Hepointstoapartiallyopengreendooratthebackofthegarage.

“But—”Staceycries.Toolate.He’sgone.Youandyourfriendsgazeattheincrediblemassof

junk.Isthemoneyreallyworthit?“Let’sgetstarted,”yousaywithasigh.Youfindawheelbarrowandloadpilesofoldnewspapersintoit.Stacey

pushesabroominthebackofthegarage.Jasoncarriesboxestothefront.“Oh,no!”Staceysuddenlycalls.“Myringslippedoffmyfinger!Andit

rolledrightintothebackroom!”

FollowtheringtoPAGE33.

“Becarefulwhenwewhat?”youshoutatthemirror.ProfessorShock’sfaceinthemirrorisfuzzy.Andhisvoiceissofaintyou

canbarelyhearit.Youleaninandpressyourearagainstthemirror.“WhenyouentertheQueen’schambers,”theprofessorcroaks,“donottouch

anyofherthings.Ifyoudo,you’llbelostforever.”“Butwhataboutthemirror?”youdemand.“Gazeintoit,”theoldmansays.“Itwilltellyouhow—”ZZZT!Hisimageflaresforaninstant.Thenit’sgone—forgood.Butitdoesn’tmatter.Youknowwhattodonow!Youhurrytowardthe

twins.

HurrytoPAGE16.

“Let’sworkonthedoor,”yousaytothetwins.Youglancearound.Nothinginthebasementbutfurniture.Well,your

teachersalwaystellyoutobecreative….YouandJasonpickupawoodencoffeetable.Holdingitbetweenyou,you

takeoffrunningandslamitagainstthedoorlikeabatteringram.WHAM!Thedoordoesn’tbudge.Butthecoffeetableshatters!Yougrabalampandbeatitagainstthedoor.Staceyjoinsyou,bashingaway

withametalstatue.WHAM!WHAM!Beatingonthedoorisagreatwaytoletoffsteam.But,

unfortunately,itdoesn’tmakethedooropen.You’realmostreadytogiveup.Thenyouhearavoiceoutside.“Stopthatracket!”thevoicecries.“I’mcoming!”Atlast!Someoneheardyou!Nowyoucangetoutandtrytostopthe

cyborgs.There’saclickasthelockpops.Thedoorswingsopen.Youreyeswiden.Lookwho’sstandingoutside!

TakeapeekonPAGE38.

Youdecidetotrythegreendoor.Itswingsopenatatouchofyourhand.Youstepthrough…

Toanotherroomofmirrors.Butthesemirrorsareallsmallandsquare.Theycoverthewalls,theceiling,andthefloorliketiles.Youglancearoundforthedooryousteppedthrough.

Uh-oh.There’snosignofit.There’snowayout!

GotoPAGE62.

YoudecidetotryFASTFORWARD.Maybeit’llspeedyouup,soyoucanescapeProfessorShock’srobot!

YoujabyourfingerdownontheFASTFORWARDbutton.Everysinglemachineintheworkshopclicksonatonce.Andtheyallrunat

supersonicspeeds!Lightsflickeronandofflikestrobes.Thecomputerprinterspewsoutpaper,hundredsofpagesaminute.Thepowerdrillspinssofastitstartstosmoke.Thepinballmachineflashesandclangs.

Andtheneverythingstops.Justlikethat.“Whathappened?”youdemand.Yourvoicesoundsstrangelytinny.You

reachuptotouchyourmouth.CLANG!Hey!Yourskinfeels…metallic.“Congratulations,”ProfessorShocksays.Youglanceathim.Andgasp.He’sturnedsilver!Lightgleamsoffhis

polishedhead.He’sbecomearobot!Andsohaveyou!“Youfast-forwardedrightthroughallthestages,”ProfessorShocktellsyou.

“Myplanisnowcomplete.Thankyou!”WelcometoMachineWorld.Hopeyoulikeheavymetalmusic!

THEEND

“We’dbettergoafterourreflections,”yousay.“Whatiftheydon’tcomeback?Wecan’tgothroughlifewithoutthem.We’vegottocatchup!”

Youthrustyourfootatthemirror.Itslidesrightthrough!Atinglerunsupyourleg.

Andthenyou’reontheotherside.StaceyandJasonpopthroughamomentlater.Thethreeofyouarerightin

frontofMiller’sIceCream.Thesunisshining.Theairisfulloffamiliarscentsandsounds.

“Wearehome,”Jasonsays.“Thisisgreat!”Youpointtotheplate-glassstorewindow.Everythingisreflectedthere—

everythingbutthethreeofyou.It’sverycreepy.“Wehavetogetourreflectionsback,”yousayfirmly.“Comeon.Theymust

beinthestore.”Butwhenyouentertheice-creamstore,there’snoonetherebutthecashier.

Awhiteceilingfancircleslazily.Staceystepsuptothecashier.“Excuseme,”shesays.“Didthreekidsjust

runinhere?Threekidswholookalotlikeus?”Jasonnudgesyou.“Theretheyare,”hewhispers,pointingtoabigmirroron

theright-handwall.Yourunoverandpeerintothemirror.“HEY!”youshout.

What’salltheshoutingabout?FindoutonPAGE67.

“Okay,let’sgogetUncleJack,”youtellStaceyandJason.“Iguesswe’lljustleaveProfessorShockherefornow.”

Yourunbackintothemallandpeltdownthestairstothestoragebasement.Thedoorisheldclosedbyathickpadlock.Butstrangely,it’snotlocked.JasonpullsoffthepadlockandUncleJackstepsout.

“Redbuiltamonsterrobot!”youblurt.“AndProfessorShockistakinganapinthemiddleoftheparkinglot!”

“Youdon’tsay,”UncleJackremarks.Youstareathim.Howcanhesoundsocalm?Doesn’theunderstandwhat’s

happening?UncleJacksmilesatJason.“Soyoumanagedtogivetheprofessorthenerve

pinchandputhimtosleep.Excellent!Ourplanisworkingperfectly,”hetellsthem.

Youfeelasuddenchill.“Whatplan?”youaskslowly.

GetthedetailsonPAGE19.

Youdecidetoshowtheremotetoyourfriends.Whynot?YoucanreturnittoProfessorShocktomorrow.Youstufftherestofyourcookiesintoyourpocketforlater.ThenyoubikeovertoJasonandStacey’shouse.

Thetwinsareontheirbackporch,whereJasonisbuildingamodelplane.YoutellthemaboutProfessorShock’sgadget.

“Youmeanitcanturnanymachineon?”Staceyasks.“Noway,”Jasonsneers.“Noremoteworksoneverything.”Jasonneedssomeconvincing.Youpointtheremoteathishalf-mademodel

planeandpressoneoftheblackbuttons.Themodelplanesoarsintotheair!“Hey!”Jasoncries.“Howdidyoudothat?Thatplanedoesn’tevenhavea

motor!”Youfindthatyoucancontroltheplane’smotionbyholdingdownthe

button.Soyoumaketheplaneturn.Dip.Roll.“Cool!”Jasondeclares.He’sconvinced.Thentheplanesuddenlyturnsintheair.Byitself.Anddivesstraightatyouandthetwins!

GoontoPAGE17.

Yousqueezethroughanarrowopeningbetweentwotallmirrors.Itleadsintoanentrancehall.Youandthetwinswalkin—andstop,shocked.

TheinsideofthePalaceismadeofmirrors,too!Everywhereyoulook,hundredsofreflectionsofyourselfgazebackatyou.

“Whatastrangeplace!”Staceyexclaims.“Ineversawsomanymirrors,”Jasonsays.“Oneofthesemustbetheone

we’relookingfor.”“Noway!”Staceydisagrees.“Theywouldn’tkeeptheQueen’smirrorin

somelousyentrancehall!ItmustbeinanotherpartofthePalace.Ibetithasitsownspecialroom.”

“Weshouldsearchinherefirst,”Jasoninsists.“It’sawasteoftime,”Staceyretorts.Yousigh.Sometimesyoufeellikeareferee.“I’lltellyouwhatwe’regoingtodo,”yousay.

IfyoustayandsearchfortheQueen’smirrorintheentrancehall,gotoPAGE49.

IfyouskiptheentrancehallandsearchtherestofthePalace,turntoPAGE16.

Atinybeetleclingstoabranchofanenormoustree.Ithasagigantic,trumpet-shapedmouth.

“AROOOOOOO!”thebeetlebooms.“Abug?”Jasonsaysindisbelief.Youstepup,peeringatthelittleinsect.“AROOOOO!”itshouts.Yourheadvibrateslikeagong.“Whyaren’tyouthreeinschool?”asternvoicedemands.Youglanceupto

seeabigmanwearingabadge.“Apoliceman!”Staceycries.“Officer,canyouhelpusfindthePalaceof

Mirrors?”“ThePalaceisacrossthelake,”thepolicemanreplies.“Butyoucan’tgo

therenow.Youkidsaresupposedtobeinschool!”Behindthepolicemanyoucanglimpseawidelakethroughthetrees.

Somethingglittersonthefarshore.IsitthePalace?“Comeon,”theofficersays.“I’lltakeyoutoschool.”Youhesitate.Isitworthtryingtoexplainyourproblemtothepoliceman?If

hebelievesyou,hemighthelpyou.Butyourstoryisprettyweird.Maybeyou’rebetteroffrunningawayandtryingtogettothePalaceofMirrorsonyourown.

Ifyoutrytogethelpfromthepoliceman,turntoPAGE44.IfyourunforthePalaceinstead,gotoPAGE121.

Youdecidetogivethebackwardanswer.“Sevenandeightarefifty-one,”youtelltheteacher.“Wrong!”Ms.Silvercriesintriumph.“Everyoneknowsthatsevenandeight

makefifteen!”“But—”youstarttoprotest.“Arniegaveacorrectanswer,butyoutoldhimhewaswrong!”Staceyyells.“Yeah!Youcan’thaveitbothways,”Jasonadds.“Silence!”Ms.Silverscreams.“Iwillnottoleratebacktalk.Intothecloset.

Allthreeofyou!”Beforeyoucanmove,theteacherhasyourearinanirongrip.Outofthe

cornerofyoureye,youseethatshe’sgotJason’sandStacey’searspinchedtogetherinherotherhand.Youstruggle,butyou’renomatchforMs.Silver.

“Givemyregardstothesharks,”shesneers.Thensheshovesyouallthroughtheclosetdoorandslamsit.

It’spitch-darkinside.Youseemtobesittinginagiantwovenbasketofsomesort.Strawpokesintoyourback.

“Didshesaysharks?”Jasonmoans.Younevergetthechancetoanswer.Becausesuddenlythere’sadeafening

SPRRROINGGGG!Likeagiantrubberbandsnapping.Andthenthethreeofyouarehurtlingthroughtheair!

HurtleontoPAGE85.

Youdecidetotrythewhiteswitch.Youlovepinball!“Whowantstochallengethepinballwizard?”youcallandfliptheswitch.

Nothinghappens.Themachinedoesn’tlightup.There’snonoise.Noflashinglights,noKA-CHING!Nothing.

“Idon’tbelieveit!”yougrumble,smackingthemachine.You’reabouttohititagainwhenyouseemovementoutofthecornerofyoureye.Thegreendoor!It’sopening!

ProfessorShock!Youcan’tlethimfindyouhere!“Backhere!”Staceywhispers.ShepullsyouandJasonbehindthepinball

machine.Yousqueezeinbetweenthemachineandanold,dustymirrorlyingagainstthewall.

Yourelbowknocksagainstthemirror.Suddenly,lightsbegintoflash.Sirensgooff.Themirrorbeginstovibrate.

Horrified,yourunyourhandsoverthemirror’sframe.Howcanyouturnthethingoff?

Butsoonyoustopworryingaboutthat.You’vegotbiggerproblems.Aweird,invisibleforceissuckingyouintothemirror!

TurntoPAGE63.

“Stacey’sright.We’renotgoingtofindthemirrorhereintheentrancehall,”youannounce.

“Hah!”Staceylookstriumphant.“Let’sgothisway!”Shehurriesoutofthemirroredentrancehallanddownadark,chilly

corridor.Jason’srightbesideher,stillarguing.Youmovefast,tryingtokeepup.Afterafewmomentsyounoticethatthefloorslantsdownward.Thetwins

areseveralyardsaheadofyou.Puttingonaburstofspeed,youcatchupwiththem.

“Guesswhat?”youbegin.“Whocares?”Jasongrumbles.“AllIwantistoget—”“Look!”Staceyinterrupts.Withagasp,shestopswalking.Youpeekpasther

shoulder.Thenyoustopandstare.Youhaveneverseenanythinglikethisinyourlife!

FliptoPAGE131.

Theplaneisaimingstraightforyourhead.Eek!Youstabyourfingerattheremotebuttonthatcontrolstheplane.

Theplanemerelypicksupspeed!“Duck!”youyell.Youandthetwinsdiveofftheporch.KAA-RUNCH!Themodelplaneslamsintothesideofthehouse.It’s

completelywrecked.Jasonturnstoyouangrily.“Whydidyoudothat?”“Ididn’t,”youprotest.“Really!Itwasn’tme.Itwastheremote.Ithink

maybeithasashortcircuit.”“Youmeanyoubrokeit?”Jasonshakeshishead.“ProfessorShockisgoing

tobereallymad.”“Hey,Iknow!”Staceybreaksin.“OuruncleJackhasanelectronicsrepair

shopintheoldmall.Ibethecanfixit.”“Theoldmall?”yourepeat,alittlenervously.You’renotsupposedtogothere.Afterthenewmallopened,mostofthe

storesintheoldmallwentoutofbusiness.Thewholebuildingisgoingtobetorndownnextmonth.It’sadangerous,desertedplace.

Still,you’dreallyliketogettheremotecheckedoutbeforeyoureturnittoProfessorShock….

“Let’sgo,”yousay,andclimbbackonyourbike.

CycletoPAGE39.

Thisistheeasiestdecisionyou’vemadeallday.Obviously,you’regoingtoramStacey.She’smuchmorefuntoplaybumper

carswiththanJason!Yousettheremotedownonthedashboard.“Headsup!”youyellandsteer

straightatStacey’sbluecar.Ahugegrinspreadsacrossherface.“Youaskedforit,”sheshouts.

Hunchingoverthesteeringwheel,shespeedstowardyou.WHAM!Youslamintoeachother,headon.Stacey’scarbouncesbackand

spinsoutofcontrol.Theimpactmakesyourlittlecarrock.Andtheremotegoesflyingoffthedashboard.Yourjawdrops.Timeseemstoslowdownastheremotespinsthroughthe

air,endoverend.Allyoucandoisstareinhorror.

PickyourjawupoffthefloorandturntoPAGE37.

Staceyputsahandonyourshoulder.“RememberhowUncleJacktoldyouhebuiltRed’scircuits?”sheasksyou.

Youdon’tlikethewayshe’slookingatyou.“Sowhat?”yousayandshrugherhandaway.

Jasonputsahandonyourothershoulder.“Well,thatwasn’tquitetrue,”hetellsyou.“Actually,it’stheotherwayaround.UncleRed’stheonewhobuiltUncleJack.”

UncleRed?Staceysmiles.“AndthenUncleJackbuiltJasonandme!”You’resuddenlyhavingtroublebreathing.“Youmean—”“Yes.”Jasonnods.“We’recyborgs.”“WeusedyoutostealtheremotefromProfessorShock.Weknewhe’dcome

afterit,”UncleJackexplains.“Wehadtogethimsomewhere,awayfromallhisgadgets,wherewecouldneutralizehim.Yousee,he’stheonlypersonwhocouldhavestoppedus.”

Yourlegsstarttoshake.Youneedtositdown.“Youmeanallthistime,I’vebeenhangingoutwithcyborgs?”yousqueak.“Helpingthem?”

“Right,”Jasonsays.“Asareward,we’rewillingtomakeyouoneofus.Isn’tthatgreat?”

You?Acyborg?Amutantmachinemonster?Ifyoucan’tbeatthem,jointhem.Afterall,theywon,in

THEEND.

Slowly,nervously,youandthetwinsstepoutoftheelevator.Thedoorsswishclosedbehindyou.

You’reinahugeroom.Stepsleaddowntoapolishedwhitefloor.Staringaroundinwonder,youwalkdownthem.

Giantrednumbersarepaintedalloverthefloor,whichslopesgentlydownward.Thickblueandyellowpillarssproutupeverywhere.Hereandthereyouseewhatlooklikearcherytargets,outlinedinneonlight.Odd,wedge-shapedswinginggatesarealsoscatteredaroundtheroom.

“Wherearewe?”Jasonwhispers.“Itlookslikeafunhouse!”Staceyexclaims.Youglanceup.Hey!Theceilingismadeofglass!Throughit,youcan

glimpseanevenbiggerroom—sovastyoucan’ttakeitallin.Then,youspotsomethingelse.Somethingunbelievable.Somethingso

terrifyingyoucan’tholdbackascream.

AAAAAAAAGHHH!TurntoPAGE23!

Youandthetwinsdashthroughthemall,pasttheabandonedKiddieKarnival.Youfindtheemergencyfirestationatthefarendofthefirstlevel.Butthehoseislockedbehindglass!

“Standback!”Staceyshouts.Grabbingaloosetilefromthefloor,sheheavesitattheglass.Itshatters.

Youseizethecanvasfirehoseandracebackthewayyoucame.“Turnonthewater!”youshoutoveryourshoulder.

Youreachtheparkinglotjustintime.ThemonsterrobotisafterProfessorShock!Itrollsafterhim,whackingathimwithitsgiantbulldozer-shovelhands.Behindit,Redworksthebuttonsontheremotecontrol,laughinglikeamaniac.

Theprofessorstaggersaroundtheparkinglot,tryingdesperatelytostayclearofthedeadlyshovels.Helooksexhausted.Youknowhecan’tkeeprunningmuchlonger.

JasonandStaceycomeupbehindyou.“Oh,no!PoorProfessor,”Staceygasps.

“Hurry!”ProfessorShockpants.“Turnthehoseontherobot.Trytoshort-circuitit!”

Thehoseistoohardtoholdalone.JasonandStaceygrabonwithyou.Thethreeofyouaimthewateratthegiantmachine.

Willtheprofessor’splanwork?

Whoknows?TurntoPAGE129.

Inbig,blackletters,thesignsays:

JUNKYARD

Huh?Isn’tthatwherepeoplethrowawayolddishwashersandotherappliances?Whywouldthebicyclebringyouhere?

Thebiketearsthroughthegate.Straighttowardanenormousjunkheap!Yousquint.It’shardtosee,withthewindinyoureyes,butitappearsasif

thejunkheapismoving.Ugh!youthink.Itmustbecoveredwithratsorsomething!

Withoutwarning,thebikescreechestoastop.You,however,keepgoing.Yousailoverthehandlebarsandflytowardthejunkheap.Now,atlast,you

canseeitclearly.It’sasquirming,heavingpileof…people!That’sright.Inthishorriblemachineworld,humanbeingsareuseless.

Garbage.Yourbikewassimplytakingoutthetrash!

THEEND

“AAAAAAGHHH!”youscream.Amountain-sizedmanispeeringthroughtheceilingatyou!Hehasalong,whitebeard.Everyhairofitislikeathickrope.Thewrinkles

onhisfacearesodeepthatyoucouldgetlostforeverifyoufellintooneofthem.Thick,black-framedglassesmakehistremendouseyeslookevenmorehuge.

Waitasecond!Yourecognizethisgiant!It’s…“ProfessorShock!”Staceyshrieks.“Ooohh…”Jasonmurmurs.Andfaints.Yourheartraces.What’sgoingon?Whereareyou?Andhowonearthdid

ProfessorShockgettobesobig?Theprofessorstrokeshisbeardwithhisenormoushand.Thenhereaches

down.Hishanddisappearssomewheretotherightoftheglass-ceilingedroom.CLING!GA-ZURK!SPROINGGGGG!Youfeelachill.There’ssomethinghorriblyfamiliaraboutthoseclanging

noises….

What’sProfessorShockupto?TurntoPAGE74andsee.

Staceyhasgrown!Herarmsandlegsarelikepudgyballoons.Butherheadhasshrunktothesizeofanapple!

“What’swrongwithyou?”yougasp.“Withme?”Staceydemands.Hervoiceishighandsqueaky.Shesoundslike

atalkinggerbil.“Iwasabouttoaskyouthesamething!Yourheadlookslikeaballoon!”

“Youbothlooklikeweirdos!”Jasonscreams.Youglanceathim.Thenyoustareathim.He’sbecometallandskinny.

Really,reallyskinny.Hiswholebodyisnothickeraroundthanabroomstick.Hisarmsandlegsarelikepiecesofspaghetti.Hiseyesaretwotinydotsinhislong,thinhead.

Youcan’thelplaughing.Thetwinslooksoweird!Butyourlaughboomsoutasifit’scomingthroughamegaphone.Youreachupandtouchyourface.

Youcouldfitabasketballinyourmouth!It’shuge!Andyourheadissimplyenormous!

It’salltooclearwhathappened.Goingthroughthefunhousemirrorhassomehowchangedyourbodies.Nowyoulooklikeyourfunhousereflections!

Atthatmomentabankoflightsflasheson,blindingyou.

BlinkandturntoPAGE94.

ThehideousQueenmarchesyoutoamirrored,revolvingdoorattheendoftheroom.

“Ow!”youexclaim.Herbonyfingersarebitingintoyourflesh!TheQueenpositionsyouinfrontoftherevolvingdoor.Thenshegivesyoua

hardshoveintheback.Youstumbleforward.“Whoa!”youshoutasyouwhirlaroundandaround.Whenthedoorfinallystopsrevolving,you’recompletelydizzy.Youtakea

fewweavingstepsandthenraiseyourheadandgazearound.Wow!You’reinahallofmirrors!Everywhereyouturn,youseereflections

ofyourself.Youfrown.Yourhairlooksmessy.Notimetoworryaboutthat,though.You’vegottogetoutofhereandkeep

searchingfortheQueen’smirror.Now,wherewasthatrevolvingdoor?Youturntotheleft.Yourfacesmilesbackatyou.Yougoright.Thereyouareagain.Yourheartthudsasyourealize:Youhavenoideawheretherevolvingdoor

is.Amongallthesemirrors,itcouldtakeyouyearstofinditagain.You’restuck.Inahallofmirrors.

Andtheworstpartis,you’rehavingabadhairday!

THEEND

“I’msorry,”youtellProfessorShock.“Wedidn’tmeantocomeinhere.Andwedidn’tmeantomaketherobotgonuts.Itwasallanaccident!”

“Whataboutthedamage?”theoldmanthunders.“You’vecausedthousandsofdollarsworthofdamage!”

Yougulp.“I’llworktohelppayforit,”youoffer.“You’llpay,allright,”ProfessorShockmutters.Heglancesaround.

“Where’smyremotecontrol?Ileftitonmydesk.”“Youmeanthis?”Guiltily,youpullthetwopiecesoftheflat,blackboxfrom

yourpocket.“Youbrokeit!”theprofessorscreams.“WhatwillIdonow?”Thenhiseyes

narrowthoughtfully.“Nevermind.Ijustfiguredoutwhatyoucandotopaymeback.Followme.”

Nervously,youfollowtheoldmanoutofthegarageandintohishouse.Assoonasheopensthedoor,loudsquawksfillyourears.

“Inhere,”ProfessorShockshoutsabovethenoise.Youstopandstare.Thelivingroomisevenstrangerthanthegarage.

SeewhyonPAGE72.

Screaming,youandthetwinsplungedownward.THUMP!Youlandonsomethingsoft.Yousitupandfeelyourarmsand

legs.Nothingbroken.That’sarelief!Faintlightstreamsinfromawindowhighaboveyourhead.Youseethat

you’velandedonabigcouch.Allaroundyouareothercouches,andchairs,andbeds.Allarecoveredwithdust.

“Oh,”someonegroans.It’sStacey!Shelandedinoneofthearmchairs.“Myanklehurts,”shecomplains,rubbingit.

Acrossfromyou,Jasonsitsupinthemiddleofaking-sizedbed.“Wherearewe?”heasksinadazedvoice.

“Ithinkwe’reinthestoragebasementforoneofthemallfurniturestores,”yousayslowly.

Youscrambletoyourfeetandmakeyourwaytothedooratoneendofthebasement.Locked.Ofcourse.Youpoundonit.“Help!”youcall.“Letusoutofhere!”Butnooneanswers.

Thewindowistoohightoreach.Hmm.Looksasifyou’llhavetowaituntilsomeonecomesdownhere.

Someonewillfindussoon,youthink.Theyhavetomovethefurniturebeforetheyteardownthemall.You’llbeallright.

Thenyouhearahideousmoan.

Seewho—orwhat—ismoaningonPAGE41.

Thetwinsarearguingloudly.It’sgivingyouaheadache!Allyouwanttodoisgohome.

“I’mgoingtotrythemirror,”youcallovertheirvoices.Briskly,youthrustyourfootthroughtheglass.

CRACK!CRASH!SMASH!TINKLE!Themirrorshatters.Whoops!Well,atleastyoustoppedthetwins’squabbling.“Nicemove!”Staceylaughs.“It’sbadlucktobreakamirror,”Jasonadds.Tinybitsofglassrainallaroundyou.Theylandonyourclothes…your

hair….Youtrytobrushthemaway.Buttheyseemtobestuck.Alloveryou.“Help!”Jasoncries.“I’mcoveredwithglass!”Piecesofmirrorswirlaroundthethreeofyou.Theonesthatlandonthe

floorjumpupandclumptogether.“Hey!”Staceyshrieks,pointing.“Twopiecesofglassjustturnedintoone!”Inshock,yourealizethatthebitsofmirrorarerejoiningthemselvesaround

youandthetwins.Trappingyouinside!Thenyounoticesomethingelse.Somethingworse.

GoontoPAGE78.

ThatyellsoundedlikeJason!YouandStaceydashafterhimintothebackroom.

He’sstrugglinginthegripofatall,red-hairedmanwithabeard.Youstare.ThisguyisalmostasbigasDeepVoice!

“Leavemybrotheralone!”Staceyyells.“WhathaveyoudonewithUncleJack?”Jasoncriesatthesametime.Thered-hairedmanletsJasongo.“Sorry,kid,”hesays.“Ithoughtyouwere

tryingtostealsomething.Jack’syouruncle,huh?Myname’sRed.I—uh—boughtthisshopfromhim.”

Jasonscowls.“Whydidn’tUncleJacktellusaboutyou?”Redshrugs.“Maybeheforgot.”You’reinahurrytoleavethiscreepymallbeforeDeepVoicecatchesupto

you.“Comeon,”yousaytoyourfriends.“Wait!”Redcries.“Ididn’tmeantoupsetyoukids.Tellyouwhat.Letme

seeyourremote.I’llfixitforfree.”Youstareathim.Younevermentionedtheremotetohim!Howdoeshe

knowyouhaveit?Oh,no!IsheafterProfessorShock’sgadget,too?

TurntoPAGE61.

YoudecideyourbestchanceistodoastheQueenordered.Soyourubthecarvingoftheturtlesuntilit’sshinyandgreen.Sadly,yousetitasideandcontinuewithyourwork.

Afewminuteslater,youglanceatthepileofcarvings.Hey!It’sonlyhalfasbigasitwasbefore!

Afterward,you’reneversureifyoureallypolishedallthosestonecarvingsyourselforifsomehiddenforcehelpedyou.Allyouknowis,bytheendofthesecondhour,everysingleoneofthecarvingshasbeenbuffeduntilitglows.

You’rehangingupthelastonewhentheQueenreturns.“NO!”shescreams.“THISISALLWRONG!Youdidit!Youpolishedall

thecarvings!Nobody’severdonethatbefore!”Isshegoingbackonyourdeal?Theideamakesyousomadyouforgettobe

scared.“Well,Idid,”youdeclare.“Andwemadeanagreement.”“Iknow,Iknow,”theQueengrumbles.Shesighs.“Allright,I’llsticktoit.

First,yourfriends.”Shestabsafingerattheceiling.Thecarvingoftheturtlesbeginstoglowgreen.

POP!AmomentlaterStaceyandJasonstandbesideyou.Youstareatthemandrubyoureyes.Youcanbarelyrecognizethem!

Whathashappenedtoyourfriends?

AskthemonPAGE79.

Yousnatchtheremoteoffyourbedandpunchfranticallyatthebuttons.Yourfingerlandsononeoftheblackbuttons.

Asecondlater,theawful,blastingmusicstops.Silence!Youneverknewhowgreatitwas!Forawhileyousimplysitthere,shaking.Thenyouexaminetheplayer.It

looksthesameasitalwaysdid.Youpeerattheremote.Thatgreenraythatcameoutofit.Diditreallymake

yourplayergocrazy?Youcrosstotheothersideoftheroomandpointtheremoteattheplayer.

Cautiously,youpressthebuttonthatseemedtoturntheplayeroff.Nogreenray.Buttheplayerblaresoninstantly.Themusicissoloudthat

youcanhearitclearoverontheothersideoftheroom.Eventhoughit’scomingthroughtheheadphones!

Quickly,youpressthebuttonagain.Themusicshutsoff.Youexaminetheremotemoreclosely.Whatareallthosebuttonsfor?

Especiallythatredone…Doyoudaretofindout?

Sureyoudo.PresstheredbuttononPAGE91.

“Findthewhat?”youshout.Butit’stoolate.Theprofessorisgone.Theroaringwindstops.Youlandsprawlingonaslick,hardfloor.Thetwins

plopdownbesideyou.“Whathappened?”Jasoncries.“Wherearewe?”Yougazearound.Theroomyou’reinhasnodoorsorwindows.Theonly

decorationsonthegraywallsaretwobuilt-inmirrors.“Wecamethroughthemirror,”yousayslowly.You’retryingtostaycalm.“That’simpossible,”Staceyobjects.“Lookaround,”youorder.“There’snootherwayin.”“Andnowayout!”Jasonwails.Thethreeofyoustareateachother.Impossibleasitseems,you’reinsidethe

mirror.Andyou’retrapped.

FliptoPAGE59.

YouandJasonhurrytothebackofthegarage.Youglancetowardthefront.NosignofProfessorShock.

“Comeon,”yousay.“Let’sfindthering.”Butwhenyoustepthroughthegreendoor,youforgetallaboutStacey’sring.

Theroomispackedwithelectronicgadgetsandtoys!Everyshelfandtableholdsacool-lookingmachine.Lightsflash.Circuitsbuzz.Ablackboardiscoveredwithmathematicalformulas.Thewallsareplasteredwithdiagramsofmachines.

“IbetProfessorShockisaninventor!”Staceyexclaims.“Thismustbehisworkshop!”

“Whatdoallthesethingsdo?”Jasonwonders.You’restudyingtwohugeswitchesonthebackwall.One’sred.One’swhite.

Fromtheredswitch,aredwireleadstothebackofaneight-foot-tallcopperrobot.Awhitecablefromthewhiteswitchleadstoahigh-techpinballmachine.Itlookslikethecoolestgameyou’veeverseen.

Youalreadyknowyou’regoingtopulloneoftheswitches.Theonlyquestionis—whichswitch?

PulltheredswitchtotherobotonPAGE35.TrythewhiteswitchtothepinballmachineonPAGE15.

Thenyouslapyourforehead.Ofcourse!Theanswerissosimpleyou’reembarrassedittookyouthislongtothinkofit.YouknowhowtoescapethevinesandfindthesigntothePalace!

“Walkbackward!”youtellthetwins.Asfastasyoucan,youshufflebackward.Theorangevineimmediately

startsunwinding.Youbreatheasighofrelief.It’shardtomovethroughthethickvinesandtrees.Shootsandstemsgrabat

yourlegsandarms.Butyoukeepgoing.And,asyoususpected,thepathquicklyclears.

Inafewmomentsyouarriveatafamiliarfork.Aheadofyouaretwosigns.OnesaysLOREO.TheothersaysPALACEOFMIRRORS.

“Let’stakethepathtothePalacethistime,”Jasonsays.Younod.It’sgottobebetterthanthepathyoujusttried!

TurntoPAGE109.

Youdecidetotrytheredswitch.YoureachupbehindthegiantrobotandfliptheswitchtoON.

Atfirstnothinghappens.Butthentherobot’seyesblinkopen.Redpinpointsoflightshineoutofthem.Itswivelsitshead.Left.Right.Left.Right.

“Whoa.Excellent!”Staceyexclaims.“Itlooksdangerous,”Jasoncomplains.Youthinktherobotisthecoolestthingyou’veseeninalongtime.“Maybe

wecanmakeitcleanupthegarage!”yousuggest.Youaren’tsurehowtocontroltherobot.Youtrypushingittowardthegreen

door.Themetalman’sarmswaveclumsilyintheair.Thenittakesajerkystepforward.

“Thisisgreat!”Staceysays.EvenJasonagrees,foronce.“Wewon’thavetodoanyworkatallnow!”He

whackstherobotenthusiasticallyonitscopperbackasitlumbersbyhim.“Gotoit,pal.”

Therobotblinks.Gearswhir.ThenitspinsaroundandgrabsforJason’sthroat.“Help!It’sgonecrazy!”Jasonshouts.“Stopit!”

HurrytoPAGE86.

“Wh-who’sthere?”youstammer.“Nevermindthat.Justgivemetheprofessor’sremotecontrol,”thedeep

voicegrowls.Theremote?HowdoesDeepVoiceknowaboutProfessorShock’sgadget?Didhefollow

youtothemall?Yourmindraces.Youdon’tknow!Butyoudoknowyoucan’tgiveuptheremote.IfDeepVoicewantsitso

badly,itmustbeevenmorepowerfulthanyouthought.You’vegottogetitbacktoProfessorShock!

“Yaaah!”youshoutandshoveyourbikebackward.CRASH!CLANG!BANG!“OWWW!”DeepVoicebellows.“Grabhandsandrun!”youorderthetwins.Holdinghands,thethreeofyoustumbleforward.Youcantellbyhisheavy

footstepsthatDeepVoiceisclosebehindyou.Then,deadahead,doorssuddenlyswishopentorevealasmall,lighted,

wood-paneledroom.Anelevator!Notimetowonderhowitknewyouwerecoming.Youdashin.Thedoors

close.Theelevatorstartstorise.Amomentlater,analarmbellrings.Thelightsgoout.Andtheelevator

lurchestoastop.

TurntoPAGE89.

Theremotetumblesdown.Hitsthefloor.Bouncesonce.Andthen—CRUNCCCCCHHHHH!Stacey’sbluecarrollsoverit.Andflattensit.“Oh,no…”yougroan.“NO!”someoneelsescreams.Someonewithadeep,hollowvoice.Youglanceup.RedandDeepVoicearebothstandingbytheedgeofthe

bumpercarring,staringinhorror.“Yourottenkids!”Redbellows.“Youbroketheremote.Youruinedallour

plans!”That’saplus.Youstilldon’tknowwhatRedandDeepVoicewereupto,but

you’resureitwasnogood.Soyou’regladthatyoustoppedthem.Butontheminusside,nowthattheremoteisbroken,youhavenowayto

turnoffthebumpercars.Infact,you’restuck.Asthelittlecarszoomaroundandaroundthering,you

realizethatthey’regoingwaytoofastforyoutoriskjumpingout.Goodthingyoulikebumpercars.Becauseyou’regoingtobebumping

aroundinthisoneforalong,longtime!

THEEND

“What’sallthefuss?”ametallicvoicegrumbles.It’sProfessorShock’srobot!Anditcantalk!ProfessorShockisthemost

brilliantinventorever,youthink.UncleJackpushespastyou.“Where’sProfessorShock?”hedemands.“We

needtoseehimrightaway.Wemustjoinforces.”“Noneed,”therobotanswers.“Thebattleisalreadyover.”“Thebattle?”yougasp.“Whatbattle?”Therobotturnsitsredeyesonyou.“Thebattlebetweenthehumansandthe

cyborgs,”itanswers.“Wewon.”“Wewon!”Staceycries,clappingherhands.“Didyouhear?Wewon!That’s

greatnews!”You’renotsosure.“Uh,bytheway…whichsideareyouon?”youaskthe

robot,tryingtosoundcasual.“Thesideofthemachines,ofcourse,”therobotreplies.“Ourageisjust

beginning.Now,followme…slaves!”TheMachineAgemaybejustbeginning.Butforyouhumans,thisis

definitely

THEEND.

You,Jason,andStaceyrideouttotheoldmallontheedgeoftown.Asyoudrawnear,youbegintowonderifthiswassuchagoodidea.Themalllooksevenworsethanyouremembered!Weedssproutfromcracksinthepavement.Severalofthewindowsareboardedup.

“Whyisyouruncle’sstorehere?”youaskthetwins.“He’stryingtosellitandretire,”Jasontellsyou.“Butnoonewantstobuy

it.Sohe’skindofstuck.”“UncleJack’sstoreisonthethirdlevel,”Staceycallsoverhershoulder.

“Let’scutthroughthegarage.”Sheveersdownthedrivewayintothelowerleveloftheparkinggarage.

YouandJasonfollow.Privately,youwishshe’dgonearoundthegarage.SometimesyouwishStaceywasn’tsofearless.

Likenow.It’spitch-darkinthegarage.Sodarkthatyouhavetoclimboffyourbike.Youcan’trideifyoucan’tseewhereyou’regoing!

AreStaceyandJasonstillwithyou?“Guys?”youcall.“Here!”Staceycalls.Hervoicecomesfromyourleft.“Overhere.”That’sJason.Onyourright.“Behindyou,”adeepvoicesaysinyourear.Yikes!Who’sthat?

Shh!TiptoetoPAGE36.

“Whatareyoukidsdoing?”ProfessorShockdemands.Dashingtotheredswitch,heturnsittoOFF.Agrindingsound,likeadyingcarengine,comesfromtherobot.Slowlyitsarmsstopswinging.Itslegsstopchurning.Itsheadfallsforwardandclangsagainstitscopperchest.

Anawfulsilencefallsovertheroom.Yougazearoundatthehorriblemess.Theflat,blackboxfromthedeskis

lyingintwopiecesatyourfeet.Tryingnottodrawattentiontoyourself,youpickthemupandstufftheminyourpocket.Maybeyoucanfixtheboxlater.

ProfessorShockstepstowardyou.Hisfaceisredwithanger.“IthoughtItoldyounottocomeinhere!”hegrowls.

“Let’sgo!”Staceycries.SheandJasonboltoutthedoor.Youreallywanttofollowthem.Butmaybeyououghttoapologizeinstead

andoffertohelpcleanthingsup.Whatwillitbe?

FollowyourfriendsoutthedooronPAGE54.ApologizeandoffertohelponPAGE26.

“D-didyouhearthat?”Jasonasks,hisvoiceshaking.Themoanswellsagain.Louder.“There’ssomeoneelsehere!”Staceycries.Who?Where?Youglancearoundtheshadowybasement.“Itcamefromoverthere,”Staceywhispers,pointingtowardthecorner

nearestthedoor.“Comeon—wehavetoinvestigate!”Youandthetwinscautiouslyapproachthecorner.Thenyouspottwolegs.Stickingoutfromunderabed.Youandthetwinsstareatoneanother.Who’sunderthere?Nervously,you

benddownandtugonthelegs.Amanslidesoutfromunderthebed.Hishandsareboundbehindhim.A

gagistiedtightlyoverhismouth.Staceygasps.“UncleJack!”shecries.

FliptoPAGE51.

“IagreewithJason,”youannounce.“Let’swaithereforourreflections.Theyhavetocomeback.”

Youhope!Yourwordswerebraveenough.Buttheemptymirrorisgivingyoumajor

creeps.Shivering,youturnyourbacktoit.“Imean,whoeverheardofareflectionthatcouldexistonitsown?”yougoon.“Right,guys?”

There’snoanswer.“Guys?”yourepeat.“Uh…”Stacey’svoiceisveryfaint.Whenyouglanceather,hereyesare

liketwosaucers.She’sstaringatthemirror.Youspinaround.Yikes!

TurntoPAGE58.

Thecopperrobotlurchestowardyou.It’sgoingtotaketheUniversalRemoteandgiveittoProfessorShock.Whoisdefinitely,completely,unquestionably…crazy!

Youcan’tlethimhavethegadget.“Noway!”youshout,anddodgebehindthedesk.Therobotclanksafteryou.

“Whymakeafuss?”ProfessorShockwantstoknow.“It’llbenicewhentheworldismechanical.Machinesareclean.Theyworkhard.Theyneveraskfordaysoff.They’remuchbetterthanhumans!Don’tfightme.Giveuptheremote.”

Therobotbacksyouintoacorner.There’snowayout.Desperately,youaimtheremoteattherobotandpunchsomeoftheblackbuttons.Afewoftheshopmachineswhiron.

Buttherobotpaysnoattention.Itkeepscomingafteryou.Youclutchtheremote.Youwon’tgiveitupwithoutafight!Thenyouhaveanidea.Therearetwobuttonsontheremotethatyouhaven’tpushedyet.REWINDand

FASTFORWARD.Theymightnotdoanythinguseful.Ontheotherhand,whatdoyouhavetolose?Goahead.Pressone!

IfyoupressREWIND,turntoPAGE100.IfyoupressFASTFORWARD,gotoPAGE8.

Youdecidetotrytotalktothepoliceman.“Officer,it’slikethis.Wearen’treallyfromthisworld—”youbegin.

Thepolicemansnorts.“Buttonit,kid.Idon’twanttohearyourtalltales.”Hehustlesyouandthetwinstowardthelake.

Youdon’targue.Thelakeiswhereyouwanttogoanyway.Thepolicemanshovesyouintoarowboatandthenrowstoasmallisland

justoffshore.Ontheislandisaredschoolhousewithabellontheroof.“Laststop,”hetellsyou.“Goonin.Anddon’tletmecatchyouplayinghookyagain!”

“But—”Jasontriestosay.Thepolicemanraiseshishand.“Getgoing!”Youandthetwinswalkthroughthedoorintoaclassroom.Severalstudents

sitatdesks.Infrontofablackboardstandsascowlingwomaninanold-fashionedlongdress.

“Welcome,newstudents.I’mMs.Silver,”shesays.“Actually,wedon’tbelonghere,”yousay.“We’re—”“Ofcourseyoubelonghere,”Ms.Silverinterrupts.“Allchildrenbelongin

school.”“But—”“Silence!”sheorders.“Takeseatsinthebackrowandprepareforaquiz.”

GoontoPAGE56.

“I’llstayonthebike,”youdecide.Thethingistravelingalongadefiniteroute,almostasifit’sbeenpreprogrammed.Whichisprettycreepy.Youfigureyoushouldstickaroundandfindoutwhereit’sgoing.Andwhy.

Thebikezoomsdownahill.Faster.Faster!Beforelong,it’smovingsofastthewheelsstarttogiveoffahigh-pitchednoise.Almostlikeascream.

Youclutchthehandlebarsandhunchdown.Winddragsatyourhair.Yourclothes.It’sallyoucandotostayontheseat.

You’rereallyscarednow.Butit’stoolatetojumpoff.Atthisspeed,you’dsplatonthepavementlikeabrokenegg!

Thebiketurnsleftatawhitesignboardandthenracestowardahigh,barbed-wirefence.There’sagatedeadahead.It’sopen.

Asyouwhizpastthewhitesign,youmanagetoglimpsewhatitsays.Uh-oh!

Whatdoesthesignsay?ReaditonPAGE22.

“You’reright!”youcalltoStacey.“Splitup!”Staceyveersofftotheright.Jasonturnstotheleft.Youkeepracingstraight

ahead.Youglanceback.Thebullisafteryou!He’ssoclosethatyoucanfeelhis

hotbreathonthebacksofyourlegs.Hishoofsthunderlouder….Andlouder…Itlooksliketheendforyou.AtleastStaceyandJasonaresafe,youthink.

UntilJasonstreakspastonyourleft.Abulljustliketheonebehindyouishotonhisheels!Hearingascream,youglancetotheright.AthirdidenticalbullischasingStacey.Somehow,thebullhassplitintothree!Andallthreemadbullsareafteryou

andyourfriends.Toobad!Splittingupseemedlikeagoodidea.Butnowyou’regoingtobe

splitforreal—bythebull!

THEEND

You’refascinatedbythemirrorshowingthecountryscene.“Let’strythisone,”yousay.“Ifwedon’tlikewhatwefind,wecanalwayscomeback.”

Thetwinsagree.Tryingnottofeelsilly,youpokeyourleftfootattheglass.Hey!Itgoesrightthrough!Theglassfeelsrubbery.It’slikewalkingthrough

abowlofJell-O.Yourarmsandlegstingle.Andthenyou’reontheotherside.Youglancearound.You’reinaflower-dottedfield.JasonandStaceyare

besideyou.Warmsunpoursdown.Birdsaresinging.Inthedistance,cowsmunchongrass.

Butthere’ssomethingwrongwiththewholescene….“Thegrass!It’sblue!”Jasoncries.“Andthesky’sgreen!”He’sright!Andnowthatyouknowwhattolookfor,younoticethatthe

cowsareredandyellow,whiletheflowersarespottedblackandwhite.Thecolorsarereversed.Backward!

“Wherearewe?”Staceycries.“Whocares?”Jasonsays.“Iwanttogoback.”Heturnsaround.Thenhe

gasps.“Themirror!”heshouts.“Where’sthemirror?”

GotoPAGE60.

“Headsup!”youyellasthebikecarriesyouaway.Itracesdownyourwalkandintothestreet.Straightforaspeedingbus!Youjamonthebrakes.Nothinghappens.Youtrytoswervetotheleft.Butyoucan’tcontrolthehandlebars.Theyturn

themselvestotheright.Thebus’sradiatorloomsinfrontofyou.Youstare,frozeninterror.

Thenyouscrapepastthebus.Withonlyinchestospare.Whew!Thebikedartsinandoutoftraffic.It’snerve-wracking,butthere’snothing

youcandotocontrolit.Soyouhangonandtrytoignorethedangerwhileyoufigureoutwhat’sgoingon.

CouldthismechanicalmadnesshaveanythingtodowithProfessorShock’sremotecontrol?Whenyoupressedthatredbutton,didsomethinghappenafterall?

Yousuddenlynoticethatthebicycleispickingupspeed.You’realreadygoingsofastthatthewindismakingyoureyeswater.Ifyouhitanything,you’llbeagonerforsure!

Shouldyoujumpoffnow?Orwouldyouratherstayonandseewherethebiketakesyou?

Ifyouwanttogetoff,jumpoffthebikeonPAGE69.Ifyou’drathernotjump,stayonuntilyoureachPAGE45.

“Jason’sright.WeshouldlookfortheQueen’smirrorinthishallbeforewegoon,”yousay.

Youexaminethemirrorsnearyou.Someareround.Somearesquare.Someareshapedlikehearts.Youpeerintoeachofthem.Theyallseemordinarytoyou.

Butthen,youdon’tknowwhataqueen’smirrorlookslike.“MaybetheQueen’smirrorhashernameonit,”Staceysuggests.It’sanidea.Youbegincheckingthemirrorsfornames.Buttheonlywriting

youfindsaysMADEINTAIWAN.Thenyouspotsomethinggreenglitteringinacorner.Youstepoverthe

mirrorsforacloserlook.Butallyoufindisagreenmirroreddoor,setbackintoanookinthewall.

Hmm.Shouldyouinvestigatewhat’sbehindthegreendoor?Orshouldyouforgetitandrejoinyourfriends?

Ifyoutrythedoor,turntoPAGE7.Ifyourejoinyourfriends,turntoPAGE128.

Sittingup,youpullthetwohalvesoftheboxoutofyourpocketandexaminethem.Onehasasingleredbuttononit.Theotherhalfhaselevenbuttons.Nineareblack,withmysterioussymbolsprintedonthem.Thelasttwoarewhite.They’relabeledREWINDandFASTFORWARD.

Youtwistthepiecesinyourhands.Howdotheyfittogether?SNAP!Thetwohalvesclickintoplace.Wow!Thereisn’tevenacrack

wherethebreakwas.Theboxlooksasgoodasnew.It’sclearlysomefancykindofremotecontrol.

ShouldyoureturnittoProfessorShock?youwonder.Beforeyoucandecide,agreenlaserbeamshootsoutfromtheendofthe

remote.Theendthat’spointingtowardyou.

What’sgoingon?TurntoPAGE57tofindout.

Quickly,thetwinsripthegagoffUncleJack’smouth.“Stacey!Jason!”hecries.“Howdidyougethere?”“It’salongstory,”Staceyreplies.AssheandJasonuntiehim,shetells

UncleJackaboutfindingRedinhisstore.“Hetoldusheboughtthestore,”Jasonadds.“He’slying,”UncleJackdeclares.“Hecameintothestorelastnight,asking

questionsaboutmyfriend,ProfessorShock.ButIknewbetterthantotrusthim.WhenItriedtocallthepolice,hetiedmeupandlockedmeinhere.I’vegottogetout!IhavetostophimbeforehegetshishandsonShock’snewinvention,theUniversalRemote!”

Youwishhehadn’tsaidthat.“He—well,hemightalreadyhaveit,”youadmit.Youexplainabouttheremoteyoutookfromtheprofessor’sworkshopandhowRedgrabbeditfromyou.“Ididn’tknowitwasanimportantinvention,”youfinishlamely.

“Oh,no!”UncleJackcries.“Thisisadisaster!”“What’sthebigdeal?”Jasonasks.“Itdoesneattricks.Butit’sstillonlya

remotecontrol.”“It’smuchmorethanthat!”UncleJackdeclares.“Inthewronghands,it’sa

deadlyweapon.AndRed’shandsarethewronghands,believeme.Yousee,Redisacyborg!”

TurntoPAGE68.

Betterthinkupalie!“Wecameherebyaccident,”yousay.“Wewerejustabouttoleave—”

“LIAR!”theQueenthunders.“Iknowwhyyou’rehere!Mymirrortellsmeeverything!”

“Thenyouknowwe’retryingtogetbackhome!”youexclaim.“Please,won’tyouturnmyfriendsback—”

“Yourfriendswillremaincarvings,”theQueensayscoldly.“Butyouwon’tjointhem.Notyet,anyway.NotaslongasyoudowhatIwant.”Shesmiles.

It’snotanicesmile.“Wh-whatdoyouwant?”youask.“Itoldyou,mymirrortellsmeeverything,”theQueenanswers.“Except

howbeautifulIam.Forthat,Ineedyou.”“Youwantmetolietoyou?”youblurtout.TheQueenscowls.“AreyousayingI’mnotbeautiful?”“Of-ofcoursenot,YourHighness,”youstammer.Yougazeatherhideous,

blotchyface.“You’reactually,uh,verypretty.”“That’sbetter,”theQueenmurmurs.Shesmiles.“Tellme,whatdoyouthink

ofmynose?”Uh-oh.TheQueenwantslies.Ifyoudon’tkeeptellingthemtoher,you’llbe

turnedtostone.Thiscouldgoonforalongtime.Averylongtime.Totellthetruth,thislookssuspiciouslylike

THEEND.

Thewaterofthelakeonlycomestoyourknees.Youstartfortheboat.“Thisiseasy!”Jasonmarvels.Tooeasy?youwonder.Youglancenervouslyaround,scanningthewaterfor

darkfins.Butit’sallclear.Nosharks.You’vealmostreachedtheboatwhenStaceyscreams.Youwhirlaround.Somethingbigandblackhasswoopeddownfromthesky

andgrabbedher.Somethingwithfins!Andlotsofsharpteeth!“Whatwasthat?”Jasonshrieks.Youcan’tbelieveit!It’sashark.Aflyingshark!Whenyouglanceatthesky,youreyeswideninhorror.Headingforyouare

moreflyingsharks.Hundredsofthem!Thenoneofthethingszoomsatyou.Youduck.Butit’snogood.Daggerlike

teethcloseonyourbody.You’rewhiskedup,upandaway.Jasonisnexttoyou,screaminghorribly.

Toobad!Itlooksasifthisadventurehascometoaveryfishy

END!

“Waitforme!”youcall,dashingafterStaceyandJason.Youracepastthepilesofboxesandoldfurnitureinthegarage.Youdon’tevenglanceattherustedcarandmachinery.

Speedingoutside,youjumponyourbike.Thetwinsarealreadywaydownthestreet.Youpedalasfastasyoucanforyourownneighborhood.

Afterafewblocks,youglanceback.Whew!NosignofProfessorShock.You’rehomefree.

Whenyoureachyourhouse,yougrabsomecookiesfromthekitchenandheadupstairs.Youfeellikerelaxingforawhile.Yousliponyourheadphonesandliedownonyourbedtolistentosomemusic.

That’swhenyourememberthebrokenblackboxinyourpocket.

TurntoPAGE50.

Youdidit!Youescaped!Youandthetwinsbobinthemiddleofthelake.Onthefarside,thePalace

gleamsinthesun.Coloredlightreflectsoffitsshinysides.Itseemstobemadeentirelyofmirrors.

“It’sbeautiful!”Staceyexclaims.“Sowhat?”Jasongrumbles.“It’sprobablyascrazyaseverythingelseinthis

backwardplace.”You’velearnedyourlesson,soyourowashardasyoucaninthewrong

direction.TheboatmovesswiftlytowardthePalace.Soon,withagentlebump,youlandontheshore.

Youandthetwinsclimboutoftheboatandgazeupward.ThePalaceofMirrorsisenormous!Thegleamingwallsreflectthelake,thetrees,andthesky.

Youmadeit!NowallyouhavetodoisfindtheQueen’smirror.

BeginyoursearchonPAGE12.

Aquiz?Youandthetwinsexchangeglances.Then,shrugging,youheadforthebackrow.You’llwaitandseewhathappens.

“Arnie!”Ms.Silvershouts.Ablond,freckledboystandsup.“Whatisseventimesseven?”sheaskshim.

“Forty-nine,”theboyreplies.Ms.Silverfrowns.“Ican’tacceptthatanswer!Gostandinthecloset.”Arnieturnspale.“No!”hecries.“Notthat!”“Youknowtherules!”Ms.Silverinsists.GrabbingArniebytheear,she

marcheshimtoadooratthebackoftheroom.“Please—”hebegs.Hisvoiceisshaking.Ms.Silverthrowsopenthedoor.“Enter!”shesnaps.Sheshoveshiminside

andslamsthedoorbehindhim.Amomentlaterthere’salong,horriblescream.Yourheartraces.What’sinthatcloset?Butbeforeyoucanfigureitout,Ms.

Silverpointsatyou.“Let’sseewhatournewpupilsknow,”sheexclaims.“Foryoursake,Ihope

youcandobetterthanArnie!”

GoontoPAGE73.

ZZZT!Thelaserbeambouncesoffyourmp3player.Themusicsuddenlygrowslouder.Quickly,youturnthevolumedown.Butthesoundkeepsswelling.It’s

hurtingyourears!Youswitchthedeviceoff.Themusicplayson!Itblaresinyourears,soloudyouthinkyourbrainwill

fry!Droppingtheremote,youtrytoyanktheheadphonesoffyourhead.But

theywon’tbudge.It’sasifthey’regluedinplace.“Help!”youcry.Butyoucan’tevenhearyourownvoice.Themusicissoloudyourwholeheadisvibrating.Youreyesfeelasif

they’reabouttopopout.You’vegottodosomething.Thisisdangerous!Think!youurgeyourself.Yourdevicewentcrazyrightafteryouputthe

remotetogether.Maybeifyoubreakitapartagain,theplayerwillleaveyoualone.

Ormaybeyoushouldtrypressingoneoftheremotebuttons.Betterdecidequickly—beforeyourbrainexplodes!

TrytobreaktheremoteapartonPAGE80.PressoneofthebuttonsonPAGE31.

Agiant,bloodredeyeisstaringbackatyou.It’ssobigitfillstheentiremirror.Itspupilisjustaslit,likeacat’seye.And

itsexpressionispureevil.Jasonscreams.Andscreams!“Don’tworry,”youmanage,thoughyourthroatisdrywithfear.“Itcan’tget

us.It’sonthewrongsideofthemirror,remember?It’sjustareflection.Atrickofsomekind.”

Youreallyhopeyou’rerightaboutthat!“It’sgettingsmaller,”Staceywhispers.“Ithinkmaybeit’sbackingaway.”Youforceyourselftostudytheeye.Stacey’sright—itisgettingsmaller.

Whatarelief!Everything’sgoingtobeallright,youthink.Untilyounoticethegianthand.Withclutching,gropingfingersandlong,

talonlikenails.Thehandthat’sreachingrightthroughthemirror.Reachingforyou!“Ithoughtyousaiditcouldn’tgetus!”Jasonyells.Thegianthandclosesaroundyou.Thenitstartstosqueeze.Okay.Youwerewrong.Butdon’tfeeltoocrushedaboutit!

THEEND

Jasonjumpsup.“Help!Iwantout!”“Holdon!”youcall.“Don’tpanic!”“There’sgottobeawayout,”Staceydeclares.Youstareatthemirrors.Anideaisforminginyourmind.“Ifwecamein

throughthemirror,maybethat’sthewayout,too.Maybewecanescapethroughoneofthesemirrors.”

“Butwhichone?”Jasondemands.Youstudythetwomirrors.Theoneonyourrightseemsordinary.Itreflects

youandthetwins.Theoneonyourleftisadifferentstory.Infact,youwonderifthere’sa

hiddenmovieprojectorintheroom.Becausethemirrorshowsapeacefulcountrymeadowfullofgrazingcows.

Whichmirrorwillyoutry?

Ifyouchoosetheonewiththecountryscene,turntoPAGE47.Ifyoupicktheonethatreflectsyouandthetwins,gotoPAGE123.

Jason’sright.Themirrorhasvanished!Youcan’tgobacktothelittleroom!“We’llbefine,”Staceydeclares.“ProfessorShocksaidallwehavetodoto

getoutofhereisfindsomething.”“Buthedidn’tsaywhatweneedtofind,”Jasonretorts.“We’retrapped.

Maybeforever.”YousurehopeJason’swrong.Youstarearound.Theremustbesomeclue,

somethingthatwilltellyouwhattodonext.Then,acrossthefield,youspotagreensign.Itlookslikearegularroadsign

—exceptthatthere’snoroadnearby.“Maybethatsignwilltellussomething,”yousuggest.Staceyimmediatelyracestowardthesign.YouandJasontakeoffafterher.

Tall,bluegrassticklesyourankles.Itfeelsgoodtorun.Untilyourealizethatsomethingiswrong.

You’vebeenrunningforseveralminutes.But—“Thesignlooksfartherawaythanwhenwestarted!”youblurtout.

Youandyourfriendsstoprunningandturntogazebackthewayyoucame.You’vedefinitelycoveredsomeground.

“Weird,”Staceypants.“Maybeit’sanopticalillusion,”Jasonsuggests.Beforeyoucanreply,somethinggrunts.Rightbehindyou.

JumptoPAGE97.

Youthinkyou’dbetternottakeanychances.“Run!Again!”youscreamatStaceyandJason.Thethreeofyoutearoutofthebackroom.Redpoundsafteryou.“Notso

fast,”heyells.“Iwantthatremote!”Heisaftertheremote!IsheworkingwithDeepVoice?youwonder.But

there’snotimetothinkaboutitnow.Youracetothefrontoftheshopandgrabthedoorknob.ZAP!Afatbluesparkleapsoutfromthemetal.“Ow!”youyell.Thedoorknobiselectrified!YoufaceRed.“Letusout!”youdemand.“Firstgivemetheremote,”hereplies.“Why?”youcry.“Whatwillyoudowithit?”“AndwhatdidyoudowithUncleJack?”Jasonadds.“Enoughquestions,”Redsnarls.Hepacesslowlytowardyou.Yougulp.He’shuge.He’smean.Helooksstrong.“There’sabackwayout,”Jasonwhispersinyourear.“Usetheremote,”Staceysuggestssoftlyinyourotherear.It’suptoyou!Butchoosequickly.

Ifyoutrytoescapeouttheback,turntoPAGE71.Ifyoutrytousetheremotesomehow,gotoPAGE134.

“WelcometotheHallofTenThousandMirrors!”ahollowvoiceechoes.“Whoareyou?”youcry.Youspinaroundtoseewhoisspeaking.Butall

youseeishundredsofyourreflections,gazingatyoufromthesmall,squaremirrors.

“Itdoesn’tmatterwhoIam,”thevoiceresponds.“Couldyoutellmehowtogetoutofhere?”youask.“Icould,”thevoicesays.“Butthatwouldspoilallthefun.Findthewayout

foryourself.”“Letmego!”youdemand.“Ineverdidanythingtoyou.I’mgettingtiredof

beingshovedaround!”“Calmdown,”thevoicetellsyou.“I’llgiveyouahint.Toescapefromthis

room,allyouhavetodoisfindthemirrorwithatinyreddotinthecorner.Thatmirrorwillleadyouout.”

Searchoutonetinyreddotinallthosemirrors?It’simpossible!“WhatifIcan’tfindit?”youask.

“Thenyou’llremainhereforever,”thevoicereplies.“But—”youstarttoprotest.“Bettergetstarted,”thevoiceinterrupts.“Therearetenthousandmirrorsin

here.”

Quick!GotoPAGE110.

Windroarspastyourears.It’sasifyou’recaughtinatornado!Youcan’tseeyourlegsanymore.They’reinsidethemirror!Yougrabtheframeandhangon.Invisibleforcesripatyourfingers,tryingtoprythemloose.

“Stacey!Jason!”youscream.“Helpme!”Butyourfriendsarescreaming,too.They’rebeingpulledintothemirror

withyou!You’reinsideasfarasyournecknow.Thenawrinkledfaceappears,framed

bythebacklegsofthepinballmachine.It’sProfessorShock!Hepeersatyou.“Helpus!”youshout.“Ican’t!”hescreams.“Itoldyoutostayaway!There’snowayoutofthere

unlessyoufindthe—”POP!Yourhandslosetheirgrip.Andtheprofessorvanishes.

LetthewindblowyoutoPAGE32.

“Turnaround!”youshout.“Huh?”Jasongasps.“Didyouhappentonoticewe’rebeingchasedbya

ragingbull?”“IthinkIknowhowtobeathim!”youpant.“How?”Staceydemands.“Runtowardhim!”youexclaim.“We’reinamirrorworld.Thingsare

backwardhere—likethecolors.Somaybethischaseisbackward,too.Maybeifweruntowardthebull,we’llgetawayfromhim!”

Staceydisagrees.“That’scrazy.Let’ssplitupandkeeprunningaway.Thebullcan’tchaseallthreeofus!”

MaybeStacey’splanisbetterthanyours.Ifonlyyouhadalittletimetothinkitover.

Butyoudon’t.Quick!Makeadecisionnow!

RuntowardthebullonPAGE105.SplitupandkeeprunningawaytoPAGE46.

YourememberthewarningProfessorShockgaveyoufromthemirror.“Wait!”youcry.“Don’ttouchit!”

“Stacey!”Jasonshouts.Hegrabsherandtriestopullherback.Butit’stoolate.Staceytouchestherose.POP!Bothyourfriendsvanish.Justlikethat.Yougazearoundinpanic.Butthere’snosignofthem.They’regone.

GoontoPAGE82.

Yougazeintothemirror,hopingtoseetheworldyoucamefrom.Therealworld.

Instead,yousee—nothing.Thereisnoreflectioninsidethismirror!Behindtheglass,there’sjust—

nothing.“Creepy!”Staceymutters.“Whatkindofmirroristhis?”“Abackwardmirror,”youanswerwithasigh.“Butmaybewecanstep

throughit.Maybeitwilltakeusbackhome.”“Idoubtit,”Jasonsaysglumly.“Westillhaven’tfoundwhateverProfessor

Shocktoldustofind.Butlet’stryit.”“Idon’twanttogoyet!IwanttoseetheLoreo,”Staceyobjects.“Comeon,

let’ssitdown.”“No!Let’sgo!”Jasonwhines.You’refeelingcrankyyourself.ShouldyoujustgiveupontheLoreoandtry

themirror?OrwouldyouratherwaitfortheLoreoafterall?

Whichwillitbe?StepthroughthemirroronPAGE28,orwaitfortheLoreoonPAGE125.

“Oh,no!It’shappeningagain!”Staceycries.She’sright.Onceagain,yourreflectionsareshriekinginsoundlessterror.

Yoursthrowsupitshands.Stacey’sstartstotremble.Jason’sputsitshandsoveritseyes.

Then,justasbefore,theyturnandrunaway!“Wait!”youscream.Lungingforward,youdiveheadfirstintothebigmirror.

JasonandStaceyarerightbehindyou.Yourbodytingles.Thenyoutumbleoutontothewoodenfloorofanempty

ice-creamparlor.Amovingshadowmakesyoulookup.Awhiteceilingfancircleslazilyoverhead.You’reinMiller’s!“Notagain!”Staceyexclaims.“It’sdéjàvu,”Jasonmoans.Thistime,themirrorisontheleft-handwall.Youpeekatyourreflection.

Andassoonasyoulockeyes,ithappensagain.Thescreaming.Therunningaway.

Finally,yougetit.Yourreflectionisrunningawayfrom…you!Youdon’tknowwhy.Allyouknowis,you’vegottokeepafteryour

reflectionuntilyoucatchit.Evenifittakestherestofyourlife….

THEEND

YoustareatUncleJack.Maybebeingtieduphasmadehimalittlefunnyinthehead!“Redisacyborg?”yourepeat.

Yeah,right!ButUncleJacknodssolemnly.“He’shalfhuman,halfmachine.Professor

Shockinventedthetechnologytomakecyborgsyearsago.Ihelped.IbuiltRed’scircuits.Andnowhe’stheleaderofabandofrebelcyborgs!”

UncleJackisstartingtoscareyou.Hesoundscompletelyserious.Couldhebetellingthetruth?

StaceyandJasonappeartobeconvinced.AndtheyknowUncleJackbetterthanyoudo.

“Wh-whatdothecyborgswant?”Staceystammers.“Power,”UncleJackreplies.“Cyborgsarebigger,stronger,andfasterthan

naturalhumans.Theythinkthatmakesthembetter.Redtoldmeabouttheirplan.”

Hestaresateachofyouinturn.Leaningforward,hewhispers,“Theywanttomakeustheirslaves!”

TurntoPAGE81.

Yourealizeyou’dbetterjumpoffthebikenow,whileyoustillcan.“Aaahh!”youscreamasyouthrowyourselfoffthespeedingmachine.

THUD!Youhitthegroundrolling.You’llprobablyhaveafewbruises,butyoudecidebruisesaren’tsoterrible.

Standingup,yougazearound.Excellent!Bysheerchance,youendeduponlyablockfromProfessorShock’shouse.Soonhe’llputanendtothismechanicalnightmare!

Yourunpastspoutinggardenhosesandwhiningweed-whackers,straighttoProfessorShock’sgarage.Theprofessorisprobablyinhisworkshop.Cleaningupthemessyoumade!

“ProfessorShock?”youcall.“Areyouhere?”Noanswer.Youwalkslowlythroughtheclutteredgaragetowardthegreen

workshopdoor.It’sclosed.Frombehindthedoorcomesawhirringsound.Slowly,carefully,youpushthedooropen.It’shardtoseeinside,becausethe

lightskeepblinkingonandoff.“Comein,”avoicecalls.“I’vebeenexpectingyou.”

Who’sbeenexpectingyou?TurntoPAGE98tofindout.

Youpressyourleftthumbdownononeoftheremotebuttons.Thelightsintheelevatorblinkon.Youhearafaintwhirringsound.Slowly,slowly,theelevatorbeginstodrop.“Butwewanttogoup,”Staceycomplains.“Whocares!”Jasoncries.“Ijustwantoutofhere!”Theelevatorbumpstoastop.Somethingmakesyoutucktheremoteinto

yourpocketjustbeforethedoorsslideopen.You’rebackinthegarage.Someonedressedallinblackisstandinginfrontoftheelevator.Someone

huge.ThisguymakesShaquilleO’Neallooklikeamidget!Ahatpulleddownlowhideshisface.Butyouknowitmustbetheperson

whochasedyoubefore.DeepVoice.Hereachestowardyou.Hisblack-glovedhandlooksbigenoughtopalma

beachball.“Giveittome!”hegrowls.

GotoPAGE112.

Youdecidetogofortheshop’sbackdoor.MaybeyoucanoutfoxRed.“Splitup,”youwhispertothetwins.

Youducktotheleft.Jasonlungestotheright.AndStaceydivesstraightatRed’sknees!

“Hey!”thehugemanyells.Helookssurprised.Andfurious!“Who-o-oa!”hecriesandtopplesoverbackward.

CRASH!Thefloorshakeswhenhisbodyhitsit.“Nicemove,Stacey!”youcheer.Thethreeofyouracethroughthebackdoor,teardownthehall,andclatter

downstairstothemall’sfirstlevel.YouhurrypasttheoldKiddieKarnival.Yourmomusedtoleaveyouthereto

ridethebumpercarswhileshewentshopping.Nowthelittlecarsarecoveredwithdust.Thepolesthatconnecteachcartothepowergridhavebeenremoved.

Toobad!youthink.Youusedtolovethosebumpercars.Staceysuddenlycriesout.Youstopandturnaround.She’slimpingandclutchingherankle.“Itwistedit,”sheexplains.“Ican’t

walk!”“Iwantthatremote!”Red’svoiceroarsfromthestairwell.Uh-oh.He’scoming!Thenyouhaveagreatidea.

HelpStaceyhobbletoPAGE122.

Theonlyfurnitureintheprofessor’slivingroomisabigarmchair.It’ssurroundedbydozensoftelevisions.Allareon,theirvolumecrankedup.It’ssonoisyyoucan’tthink!

Theprofessorseatshimselfinthechairandthenturnstoyouwithasmile.“IliketowatchalltheTVsetsatonce!”heshouts.“ButIhatetogetupandchangethechannels.Sinceyoubrokemyremote,youcanchangethemforme!”

“But—”youstarttoobject.“Gettoit!”heorders.“Ordoyouwantmetocallyourparentsandtellthem

whatyoudid?”Quickly,youshakeyourhead.“Good.”Theprofessorleansbackinhischair.“Changethatonetochannel

33,”hetellsyou,pointingatoneoftheTVs.“Thenturnthevolumeuponthatone.Thenchangethatoneovertheretochannel72.Thenfixthepictureonthatone….”

Youdasharoundtheroom,tryingtofollowhisorders.“Faster!”ProfessorShockcommands.Thereisn’teventimetocatchyourbreath!It’sawful.Youlovetochannel

surf.Butnotlikethis!ProfessorShockmightkeepwatchingforever.Butforyou,theshow’sover.

It’s

THEEND.

Yougulp.Ms.Silverispointingstraightatyou.You’reonthespotnow!“Idon’tgetit,”Jasonwhispers.“Arniewasright.Seventimessevenisforty-

nine!Whydidshepunishhim?”“Don’tforget,we’reinabackwardworld.Maybeshewantedabackward

answer,”Staceyreplies.“Silence!”Ms.Silvershrieks.“Nowtellme:Whatissevenpluseight?”You’restartingtosweat.Ifyoudon’tgiveMs.Silvertheanswershewants,

you’llendupinthecloset,justlikeArnie.Andyouknowthatwouldbereallybadnews!“I’mwaiting,”Ms.Silversnarls.

Ifyouthinkthebestansweristherealanswer,fifteen,turntoPAGE88.Ifyouthinktheanswertheteacherwantsisfifty-one,tryPAGE14.

GUGUGUGUGUGUG!Thefloorsuddenlystartstoshake.Agiant,silverballshootsfromatubeonyourright.Itslamsintothebackwall,bouncesoff,andhurtlesdowntheslopingfloor.Righttowardyou!

“Lookout!”Staceyyells.“Yipe!”yousqueak,anddivetotheside.Justintime.Theenormoussilverballrumblespastyouandsmashesinto

oneofthetargets.DING-DING-DING!Bellsring.Thetargetflashes.That’swhenitallfallsintoplace.Youknowwhereyouare.Andyourealize

it’snotProfessorShockwhochangedsize.It’syou!Maybeitwastheremote.Maybeitwasthebluelightintheelevator.But

somethinghasmadeyoushrinktothesizeofamarble.Andsomethinghasdumpedyouwhereyouarenow—

InsideProfessorShock’spinballmachine!Yougazearoundfranticallyforthesilverball.Toyourrelief,itappearstobe

losingspeed.Thentheentirefloorheavesuptotheleft.Youloseyourbalanceandtumble

tothefloor.Thesilverballzoomsatyou.Nofair!ProfessorShockistilting!Andyou’re

FINISHED!

“We’vegottofindawaytogothroughthewindow,”yousay.“Wecouldpilesomeofthefurnitureupanduseitlikealadder,”Jason

pointsout.He’sreallyprettysmart.UncleJackhelpsyouandthetwinsshoveatableunderneaththewindow.

Youstackanarmchairontopofit.Thenyoubalanceastoolontopofthat.Thepilelooksveryshaky.Butitreachesalmosttothebottomofthewindow.

“I’mtoobigtofitthroughthewindow,”UncleJacktellsyou.“Youkidswillhavetogothroughandthencomebackandunlockthedoorforme.”

Youclimbupontothetable.Thenthechair.Thenthestool.Thewholepilewobbles.Youfeellikeacircusacrobat.

Verycarefully,youslidethesmallwindowup.Luckilyforyou,itisn’tpaintedshut.Graspingthewindowsill,youpullyourselfthrough.Intoarowofgarbagecansatthebackoftheemployeeparkinglot.

Itstinks.Yuck.Butyoumadeit!Thenacoldhandgripsyourshoulder.“Wheredoyouthinkyou’regoing?”a

voicedemands.

Seewho’sgotyouonPAGE104.

Youstare,frozeninterror,atRed.You’regoingtorunhimoverwithyourbumpercar!Thisisterrible!

Redmaybeevil,butyoudon’twanttoflattenhim!Atthelastsecond,Redjumpsaside.Reachingdown,hesnatchestheremote

controloffyourdashboard.“Gotit!”hegrunts.Oh,no.Ifonlyyou’dflattenedhim!Red’shugefingersdanceovertheremotecontrol,punchingbuttonafter

button.Yourheartsinksrightdowntoyourtoes.Obviously,heknowsexactlyhowtousethegadget.

Amomentlater,yourbumpercarswervesaroundandzoomsoutofthering.Youspinthesteeringwheel.Nouse.Youcan’tcontrolthecar.

JasonandStacey’scarsracealongoneithersideofyours.Thethreeofyouareheadingstraightforabankofelevators.

Youstarttopanic.Reallypanic.IsRedgoingtomakeyoucrash?

TurntoPAGE96fortheanswer.

Youstandonyourporchsteps,staring.You’vewalkedintoamechanicalmadhouse!

Alawnmowerroarsaroundyourlawn,cuttingfancypatternsinthegrass.Nooneispushingit.

Carsweaveupanddownthestreet.Youpeerthroughthewindows.Theredoesn’tappeartobeanyonedrivingthem!

WHZZ!WHZZ!Anelectriccanopenerwrigglesthroughtheopenfrontdooranddowntheporchsteps.Itscordtrailsbehindit.Itisn’tevenpluggedin,butsomehowit’srunning!

Therearenopeopleinsight.Theymustallbeinside.Hidingfromthemachines.

Youcloseyoureyesandgiveyourselfapinchonthearm.Canthisreallybehappening?Orareyouhavinganightmare?

Whenyouopenyoureyesagain,thefirstthingyouseeisyourbike.Zoomingrighttowardyou.Thepedalschurn—aroundandaround.Butthere’snooneridingit.

Yikes!Notimetomoveoutoftheway.Yourreflexestakeover.Withoutthinking,

yougrabthehandlebarsandjumpon.

RideyourbiketoPAGE48.

Asthelastbitsofmirrorsealthemselvesaroundyou,threekidsappearinthetent.Rightwhereyouwereamomentago.Thethreenewkidsgazeintothemirror.

OnelooksjustlikeStacey.AnotherisidenticaltoJason.Andthethirdlooksexactlylikeyou!Theonethatlookslikeyouraisesitsarm.Yourownarmrisesatthesame

moment.Youcan’tseemtostopit.ThekidthatlookslikeStaceyjumpsupanddown.Besideyou,thereal

Staceyjumpstoo.ThekidthatlookslikeJasonclapshishands.YouhearJasonclappingatthesametime.

Oh,no…“Thanks!”thekidthatlookslikeyoushouts.Youfeelyourownmouthform

thewordThanks.“Wehatedbeinginthemirror,”theonethatlookslikeStaceysays.“Now

it’syourturnforawhile!”“Like…fortherestofyourlives!”theJason-cloneaddswithanastylaugh.You’vetradedplaceswithyourownreflections!Jasonwasright,youthink.

Itisbadlucktobreakamirror.Oh,well.That’sthebreaks.

THEEND

“Stacey!”youcry.“Jason!Isitreallyyou?”“Ofcourseit’sus!”Jasonreplies.“Butyou’reso—soclean!”youexclaim.“Youbothhavenewhaircuts.And

newclothes!”JasonandStaceystareateachother.Thentheyglancedownattheirnewclothes.“Cool!”Staceycries.“Howdidthishappen?”Jasonasks.

“Yougotpolished,”theQueenmutters.“Whatdidyouexpect?”You’rereadytoleavethisplace.“Youpromisedtoletususeyourmirror,”

youremindtheQueen.Sheglaresatyou,thenopensasecretpanelinthewall.Around,gold-framedmirrorappears.Youandthetwinsrushuptoitandgazein.

“Look!”Staceycries.“Therearewordsinit!”Youpeerattheswirlinglettersintheglass.You’resurethewordsare

instructionsforreturningtoyourownworld.There’sonlyoneproblem.They’reinastrangewriting.

Ifyoucanreadthissecretwriting,youknowwhattodo.TurntoPAGE107.

Ifyoucan’treadit,gotoPAGE93forahint.

Yougrabtheremotefromyourbedwhereyoudroppedit.Youdon’thavetimetofiddlewiththething.Thisisanemergency!

Ashardasyoucan,youhurltheremoteagainstyourbedroomdoor.CRASH!Theblackcaseshatters.Springspop.Sparksfly.

Andthedeafeningmusicstops.Whew!Youripofftheheadphonesandthrowthemp3playeracrossthe

room.Ithitsthefloornexttotheremote.ZAP!Agiantyellowsparkleapsoutofthebrokenremotecontrol.Andinto

yourplayer.Uh-oh.Whyisthedevicequivering?youwonder.Andwhydoesitlook…

bigger?Inseconds,theawfultruthisclear.Somehow,whenthatsparkhitthemp3player,itmadeitstartgrowing.You

don’tknowhow.Orwhy.Butthethingisexpandinginfrontofyoureyes.Andexpanding!Soontheplayerisbiggerthanyouare!Andit’sstillgrowing.

It’salsoblockingthebedroomdoor.You’retrapped.Youcoweronyourbed,watchinginhorrorastheplayerloomsoveryou.It

bulgesagainstthewallsandceiling.Youalwayswantedtofillyourroomwithmusic.Unfortunately,thisisn’t

whatyouhadinmind.Infact,thisis

THEEND!

Yourheartisbeatingdoubletime.You’reconvinced.IfUncleJacksaysabunchofcyborgswanttomakeyoutheirslave,youbelievehim!

Jasonispale.Buthisscientificmindisatwork.“WheredoestheUniversalRemotefitin?”heasks.

“ProfessorShockwasafraidthecyborgsmightturnagainstus.SohebuilttheUniversalRemotetocontrolthem,”UncleJackexplains.“Nowthattheyhaveit,wehavenocontrol.Butit’sworsethanthat.”

Worse?Youshudder.Whatcouldbeworsethanabunchofeight-foot,super-strongman-machinesrunningwild?

“Yousee,theremotecancontrolallmachines,”UncleJackgoeson.“Thecyborgscanuseittoturnappliancesagainstus.ImaginebeingattackedbyyourownTV!”

“Oh,no!”youexclaim.YourememberJason’smodelplanedive-bombingyou.“Wehavetogettheremoteback!”

“Right,”UncleJackagrees.“Butfirstwemustbreakoutofthisbasement.”Yougazearound.Youcouldtrytoreachthewindow.Whichlooksawfully

smallandhighup.Oryoucouldtrytobreakdownthedoor.Whichlooksawfullythick.

TrytowrigglethroughthewindowonPAGE75.TrytobreakdownthedooronPAGE6.

“Stacey!”youcry.“Jason!”Noanswer.Amomentlateryouhearfootsteps.Youwhirl.Anightmarecreaturestandsrightbehindyou.Blueblotchescoverits

leatheryfeatures.Itshairlooksmorelikefilthygrayfeathersthanhair.Itwearsalong,shapelessblackdressdrapedwithstringsofcarvedstonebeads.

Thecreatureopensitsmouth,revealinglong,pointedyellowteeth.“Whodarestrespassinmyroom?”itdemands.

You’reshakinginterror.Butyoumusthelpthetwins.“We—wethoughtthiswastheQueen’sroom,”youreply.

“IAMTHEQUEEN!”thecreaturethunders.“You’retheQueen?”yourepeat,shocked.“Thisismychamber,”shetellsyou.“Yourfriendstriedtostealoneofmy

carvings.Ipunishedthem!”“Where—wherearethey?”youstammer.TheQueensmiles.It’sanugly,uglysmile.Shepointstotheceiling.You

stareupatthehundredsofhangingstonefigures.Andthenyougasp,asyouunderstandwhatshemeans.

She’sturnedthetwinsintocarvings!“Whatdoyouwant?”theQueendemands.

Thinkoveryouranswer.Ifyoudecidetotellthetruth,turntoPAGE101.Ifyouthinkaliewouldbesafer,turntoPAGE52.

Youdecidetotaketheremotebacktotheprofessor.Hemusthavemisseditbynow.Youdon’twanthimtothinkyoustoleit!

Asyou’releavingyourroom,youhearasoundbehindyou.Youglanceback.Yourmodeltrainischuggingtowardyou.

Andit’soffthetracks!Youfeelasuddenchill.Howdidthathappen?Youweresureyouturnedthe

trainoffbefore.Quickly,youaimtheremoteatthetrainandclick.Thecarsstopmoving.

Maybethere’ssomethingwrongwiththeremote.MaybeitsinsidesgotscrambledwhenitfellonthefloorofProfessorShock’sgarage.Maybethere’sashortcircuitsomewhere.

Whateveritis,ProfessorShockcanprobablyfixit.You’resuddenlyinahurrytogettheremotebacktohim.There’ssomethingaboutitthatgivesyouthecreeps.

Yourushdownstairs.There’salotofnoisecomingfromthekitchen.Itsoundsasifyourmomisrunningallherappliancesatonce.Butyoudon’thavetimetopopinandfindoutwhat’sfordinner.

Youraceoutthefrontdoor.Andthenyouscreechtoahalt.Whatintheworldisgoingon?

TurntoPAGE77.

YoudecidetogiveProfessorShockfiveminutestonap.Butthenthemonsterrobotstirsintolife.VROOM!VROOM!Itsengines

roar.Itstartsrollingtowardyouonitshuge,steamrollerfeet.“Yikes!”Jasonshrieks.“We’redoomed!”YoushakeProfessorShock’sarm.“Wakeup!”youyell.“Telluswhattodo!

Timeisrunningout!”Theoldman’seyespopopen.“Eh?What’sthat?”Youpointatremblingfingeratthemonsterrobot.“Oh,that.”ProfessorShockfrowns.“Allright,here’stheplan:Youkidsrun

tothefiresubstationinthemall.Turnonthewaterandbringthefirehosebackhere.”

Water?Afirehose?Doeshereallythinkthat’sgoingtohelpagainstthisgiantmetalmenace?

Butit’stheonlyplanyouhave.Soyou,Stacey,andJasontakeoff.

Hurry!LookforahoseonPAGE21.

Yougazedown,terrified.Waterrushesbybelowyou.It’sthelake!Therewasagiantslinginsidethecloset,anditshotyourightoutofthe

building!Screaming,youandthetwinsplungetowardthewater.Theshark-infestedwater.

SPLOOSH!SPLOOSH!SPLOOSH!Youlandinawhitefroth.Youcloseyoureyes,waitingtofeelsharkteethrippingintoyourbody.Nothinghappens.Youopenyoureyes.You’rebobbingnexttoasmallbluerowboat.The

policeman’sboat!It’sempty.Itmusthavecomelooseanddriftedaway.Whatabreak!

“Getin!”youorderStaceyandJason.Youholdtheboatsteadywhiletheyscramblein.Thentheygrabyourarmsandhaulyouuptojointhem.

Notasecondtoosoon!Asyou’recrawlingoverthesideoftherowboat,Staceyyells,“Shark!”

“Makethat‘sharks’!”Jasonadds.Youturnaroundandpeerovertheside.Sharpblackfinscircletheboat.

Thesesharkslookbig.Andhungry.“Toobad,sharks,”youcall.“We’reoutofhere!”

GotoPAGE55.

Youreyeswideninhorror.TherobotistryingtostrangleJason!“Duck!”youshout.

ButwhenJasonducksoutoftheway,therobotdoesn’tseemtonotice.Insteaditlurcheswildlyacrosstheroom.Bangsintothewall.Spinsaround.Walksintoachair.Next,itstartsknockingthingsoffthetables.Itsarmswhirllikewindmills,smashingintoeverythingthat’snearthem.

Therobotisoutofcontrol!YouwonderifJasonknockeditscircuitsloosewhenhewhackeditontheback.

“Turnitoff!”Staceyscreeches.Snappingoutofyourhorrifieddaze,youstartforthebackoftheshop.

You’vegottoreachtheredswitch!Oh,no!TherobotismovingtowardProfessorShock’sdesk.It’sstacked

withbooksandcomplicatedcharts.Aflat,blackboxwithrowsofbuttonsbalancesatopapileofpapers.

“No!”youshout.ProfessorShockwillboilyouinoilifyoulettherobotmessuphiswork.Youleaptowardthedesk.Ifyoucanonlymovethepapersoutoftheway…

Buttherobotisfaster.SMASH!CRASH!Itsmetalarmsweepsacrossthedesktop,knockingeverythingtothefloor.

AtthatmomentProfessorShockrushesthroughthedoor.

GotoPAGE40.

Youspinaround,followingProfessorShock’sgaze.Theemployeeparkinglotisfullofwreckingequipment.Bulldozers.

Steamrollers.Cranes.Wreckingballs.Standinginthemiddleofallthesemachinesisafamiliar,eight-foot-tall

figure.Red.Hisfingersflyovertheremote.CLANK!CLANK!Thewreckingmachinesroarintosuddenlife.Twohuge

steamrollerspositionthemselvessidebyside.“Feet,”ProfessorShockmutters.You,Stacey,andJasonexchangeworriedglances.Feet?Abigcraneliftsuptwobulldozersandsetsthemontopofthesteamrollers.

Thebulldozers’shovelswaveintheair.“Hands,”ProfessorShocksays,nodding.TINKLE-LINKLE-LINK!Glassshattersoverhead.Glancingup,youspottwo

big-screenTVssailingthroughtheair.“Eyes,”ProfessorShocksaysgrimly.“Eyes?”youecho.You’realmostafraidtoask.“Feet?Hands?Wh-whatare

youtalkingabout,Professor?”ProfessorShockpointsatthepileofmachinery.“Can’tyousee?”heasks.

“Redisusingmyremotetobuildamonsterrobot!”

Oh,no!DoyoureallywanttoturntoPAGE120?

Youdecidetogivetheteachertherealanswer.Butjustincase,youwhisperabackupplantothetwins.

“Whatissevenandeight?”Ms.Silverdemands.“Fifteen,”youreply.“Wrong!”sheshouts.“Tothecloset!”“Nothanks!”youdeclare.Yougivethetwinsathumbs-upsignal.Thenthe

threeofyousplitupandzoomtowardthedoor.“Comeback!”Ms.Silvershouts.“You’llneverescape!Therearesharks!”Youignoreherandrunoutside.ThePalacegleamsontheothersideofthe

lake.Abluerowboatbobsatanchorjustafewfeetfromtheshore.“Comeon,”youtellyourfriends.“We’llwadetotheboatandthenrowto

thePalace.”“Wh-whataboutthesharks?”Jasonstammers.“Idon’tseeany,”Staceysays.Thethreeofyougazeintotheclearwater.

There’snosignofsharks.“Sharksdon’tliveinlakes.Ms.Silverwastryingtoscareus,”youdeclare

andwadeintothelake.

GoontoPAGE53.

“We’restuck!”Staceycries.“Theelevatorwasatrap!”“Help!”Jasonyells.“Staycalm,”yousay,eventhoughyou’restartingtopanic.Yougropeinthe

darknessandpresstheelevatorbuttons.Nothinghappens.“Canweclimbout?”Staceysuggests.“Toodangerous.Trytheremote!”Jasontellsyou.Hey!Itmightwork.Afterall,theelevatorisamachine.Youpulltheremote

outofyourpocket.Youholditinbothhands.Somanybuttons.Youcan’ttellwhichonesare

whichinthedark.Shouldyoupressthebuttonunderyourrightthumb?Ortheoneunderyourleft?

CRRREAKKK!Theelevatorsways.Thendropsthreefeet!Youallscream.“Comeon!”Staceyurges.“Chooseabuttonnow!”

You’vegotafifty-fiftychanceofgettingitright.Theoddsareeven.Whataboutyou?Areyouevenorodd?Countupthelettersinyourfirstname.

Ifyouhaveanoddnumberofletters,gotoPAGE135.Ifyouhaveanevennumber,turntoPAGE70.

YouturntoProfessorShockin—well,inshock.“Whathappened?”youdemand.“Wasitthewater?”Jasonadds.“Didweshortouttherobotafterall?“No,Idon’tthinkso.”ProfessorShockstrokeshisbeardthoughtfully.“It

wastheremote.Itstoppedworking.”“Butwhy?How?”Staceyasks.“Thebatteriesmusthaverundown,”ProfessorShockanswers.“Thebatteries?”yousputter.Youjustescapedbeingcrushedbyabulldozer,

andthehumanracejustescapedbecomingslavestoacyborg,becausethebatteriesrandown?

ProfessorShockshrugs.“That’sright.”Thenhesmiles.“What’ssofunny?”youwanttoknow.ProfessorShock’ssmilegrowswider.“Iwasjustthinking….GoodthingI

didn’tuseSupergizers!”

THEEND

Takingadeepbreath,youpunchyourfingerdownontheredbutton.Theremoteletsoutashort,high-pitchedbuzzingsound.ButyourWalkman

doesn’tturnon.Infact,asfarasyoucantell,nothinghappens.“Whatarip-off,”yougrumbleandpressanotheroftheblackbuttons.Allthelightsintheroomblinkon!Youhitthebuttonagain.Thelightsgooff.AthirdbuttoncontrolsyourTV.Afourthturnsyourmodeltrainonandoff.

Eventhoughit’smadeofwood!Cool,youthink.ProfessorShock’sboxissomekindofSuper-remote!Thatremindsyou.TheremotedoesbelongtoProfessorShock.Youknow

youshouldreturnit.Butmaybeyoudon’thavetoreturnitrightthisminute.You’dreallyliketo

showittoJasonandStacey….

Whatdoyouthink?Ifyouchoosetoreturntheremotetotheprofessorrightaway,gotoPAGE83.

Ifyou’drathershowittothetwinsfirst,turntoPAGE11.

You’llnevermakeitthroughthegapfastenoughtoescapetheLoreo.“Alltogether!”youshout.“We’llgothroughthefunhousemirror.”

“Whatifit’snotthatkindofmirror?”Jasonasks.“Thenwe’remonster-meat,”Staceytellshim.TheLoreo’shotbreathsearsthebackofyourneck.Inthefunhousemirror,

itappearsevenbigger,moreterrifying.Itsteetharethesizeofshovels.Itopensitsmouthwide,wider.

It’sabouttobiteyourheadoff!“One.Two.Three.Geronimo!”youshoutanddivestraightintothemirror.

JasonandStaceyareoneithersideofyou.Toyourrelief,itssurfaceissoftandrubbery.Yourarmsandlegstingleas

yourbodypassesthrough.Youhitthegroundontheotherside.THUD!THUD!JasonandStaceylandbesideyou.You’relyingonsomekindofwoodenplatform.“Whew.We’resafe!”you

exclaim,pickingyourselfup.ThenyougetagoodlookatStacey.Andyourealizeyouspoketoosoon.

GoontoPAGE24.

Getthehint?TurnbacktoPAGE79.

“What’sgoingon?”Jasoncriesinpanic.“Where’sthedoor?”Staceyyells.“Who’sthere?”youdemand.Adeepvoicespeaksfromthedarkness.Itasks,“Contestants,areyou

ready?”“What?Weneedhelp!”youexclaim.Youreyesareadjusting.Butyoucan’t

tellwherethevoicecomesfrom.“Thejudgesareready,”thevoicesays,asifyouhadn’tspoken.“You’rethe

mostbeautifulentrantswe’veeverhad.”What’swiththisguy?youwonder.Ishenuts?Isthissomekindofsickjoke?

Youandthetwinsaretheweirdest-lookingfreaksyou’veeverlaideyeson.“Thisisamistake!”youcry.“Wedidn’tenteranycontest!”“Bequietandlookbeautiful!”thevoiceorders.“Thebeautycontestisabout

tobegin!”

StepuptoPAGE103.

Aheadofyou,Jasonstopssofastthatyouplowrightintohim.ThenStaceyplowsintoyou.Thethreeofyousprawlonthegroundinapile.

Whenyouuntangleyourselves,youseewhatmadeJasonstop.There’saforkinthepath!Ontherightbranch,asignsaysPALACEOFMIRRORS.AsignontheleftsaysLOREO.

“ThePalace!”Staceycries.“Let’sgo!”Youstarttofollowher.Butthenyouremembersomething.“Wait!”youcall.

“Lotsofthingsinthisworldarebackward.Whatifthesignsarebackwardtoo?”“Iseewhatyoumean,”Jasonexclaims.“ThepathtothePalacemightreally

bethepathtotheLoreo.”“What’saLoreo,anyway?”asksStacey.Jasonshudders.“Ihopewedon’tfindout.”“AROOOO!”“Hurry,”Staceyurges.“Pickoneofthepaths!”

It’suptoyou.IfyouthinkthepathlabeledPALACEOFMIRRORSwillleadtothePalace,turntoPAGE109.

ButifyouthinkthepathlabeledLOREOwilltakeyoutothePalace,gotoPAGE102.

Attheverylastsecond,Redpushesanotherbutton.Yourbumpercarsjerktoahalt.

“Getout,”Redsnarls.“Andturntofaceme.”Youdoashesays.Yourheartisthundering.What’sheupto?Behindyou,theelevatordoorsswishopen.“Stepback,”Redcommands.You,Stacey,andJasonbackintotheelevator.Hey!There’snothingunderyourfeet.Whathappenedtothefloor?Toolate,

youguessthetruth.Theelevatorcarismissing!“Help!”youscream.Amomentlater,you’refallingthroughblackness.

PlummettoPAGE27.

Staceypeeksoverhershoulder.“Don’tlooknow,”shewhispers,“butthere’sabullbehindus.Andhe’sgrouchy.”

Ofcourse,youspinaroundatonce.Staceywasn’tjoking.Thered-and-yellowbullisthebiggestyou’veever

seen.Hisgleaminghornsmustbetwofeetlong.Theylookevenbigger,becausehe’sonlytenfeetaway.Pawingtheground.Withanastyglareinhislittleredeyes.

“Run!”Jasonscreams.Thethreeofyoupeltacrossthefield.Backthewayyoujustcame.“It’safterus,”Jasonreports,glancingback.“We’vegottomovefaster!”Youpouronevenmorespeed.Butwhenyouriskalookoveryourshoulder,

youseethatthefuriousbullisgainingonyou.“Thefasterwerun,thecloseritgets!”Staceygasps.Thatdoesn’tmakeanysense,youthink.Ordoesit?

Quick!RuntoPAGE64.

Nervously,youstepintotheworkshop.Thenyoubreatheasighofrelief.StandingattheworkbenchisProfessor

Shock.He’susingapowerdrilltotightensomescrewsinhisrobot’shead.Thatexplainsthewhirringnoise.

“AmIgladtoseeyou!”youcry.Youpulltheremoteoutofyourpocket.“Ididn’tmeantotakethis,”youexplain.“Ijustdidn’twantyoutoknowIbrokeit.ButwhenIputitbacktogether,Ithinksomethingwentwrong.See,Ipressedtheredbuttonand—”

“Wrong?”ProfessorShockinterrupts.“Whatdoyoumean?”Boy,hereallyisanabsent-mindedprofessor!“Uh—haven’tyounoticed

anythingstrange?”youask.“Likethefactthatallthemachinesaroundhereareoperatingthemselves?”

“Oh,that.”ProfessorShocksmiles.“What’swrongwiththat?That’swhatmyUniversalRemoteissupposedtodo.It’sworkingperfectly!StageOneiscomplete.”

Yourmouthfallsopen.StageOne?Youstareattheprofessorinhorror.Ishecompletelycrazy?

“Youmean…youmeantallthistohappen?”yousqueak.“Ofcourse.NowontoStageTwo,”ProfessorShocksays.Hetightensone

lastscrew.Thenheturnstherobottowardyou.“Robot!”hebarks.“Bringmethatremote!”

Yikes!HurryupandturntoPAGE43!

YoudecidetoramJasonwithyourbumpercar.Heneedstolightenupalittle.Maybethiswillhelp.

Youplacetheremotecontrolonthedashboard.Nowbothyourhandsarefreeforthesteeringwheel.

“HereIcome!”youshoutandzoomtowardJason’scar.Jasonglancesup.Hefrowns.“Cutitout,willyou?”hedemands.Andyanks

hissteeringwheeltotheright.Youshootpast,inchesfromtherearofhiscar.Missed!Hejustdoesn’tknowhowtohavefun.Youturnaroundinyourseat.“Come

on,Jason,beasport,”youcall.YouwonderwhyJasonandStaceyarebothstaringatyou.Andwhyaretheir

eyessowide?Youturnaround.Oh,no!Ahuge,angryfigureisstandingrightinfrontofyourbumpercar.Red!Hecaughtupwithyou!

TurntoPAGE76.

YoutakeadeepbreathandpresstheREWINDbutton.“Nnn…ON!”ProfessorShockscreams.On?Whatdoeshemean?youwonder.Butyoudon’thavetimetopuzzleitout.Therobotisstillafteryou!Its

copperfingersreachfortheUniversalRemote.Andthenitstepsback.Itshandfallstoitsside.Itkeepswalking.Backward.Backthewayitcame.“Etomerehtpuevig!”ProfessorShockcommands.Etomerehtpuevig?Soundslikenonsense.Butthere’ssomethingfamiliaraboutit….That’swhenyoufinallygetit.“Etomerehtpuevig”isthebackwardversionof“Giveuptheremote.”

That’swhatProfessorShockorderedyoutodoaminuteago.Thesceneisrewinding!Amomentlater,youstarttorewind,too.Allthewaybacktothebeginning!

TurnbacktoPAGE1.

You’rescared.Butyoudecideit’sbesttotellthetruth.“We—wecameforyourmirror,”youstammer.

“Mymirror?”theQueenscreeches.“Never!Noonemayhavemymirror!Ineedit.Ittellsmeeverything!”

“Weonlywantedtoborrowit,”youtellher.“Wewantedtolookatsomethingthroughit.”

TheQueenstaresatyouinsilenceforamoment.Thisisit,youthink.I’mabouttobecomeacarving!Shemakesahorribleface.Thenyourealizeshe’ssmiling!Shebeginsto

laugh.Itsoundslikeacowchoking.“Ilikeyourhonesty,”shesays.“Allright,I’llgiveyouachancetousemy

mirror.AndI’llrestoreyourfriends.Butyouhavetoearnyourchance.”“I’lldowhateveryousay,”youtellher.“Notsofast!”shewarns.“ThetaskIhaveinmindisdifficult.Andifyou

fail…”Shetrailsoffandgivesyouthatuglysmileagain.“Yourpunishmentwillbemylittlesurprise.”

Yougulp.Soundsrisky.Butyourfriendsneedyou!“I’lltakethechance,”youtelltheQueen.

TakeyourchancesonPAGE126.

YouchoosethepaththatsaysLOREO.Inthisbackwardworld,you’resureyou’llfindthePalacethatway!

“AROOO!”Asyouhurryalongtheleft-handpath,thehideoussoundgrowsfainter.Yourelax.Soonyou’llreachthePalace.Then,somehow,you’llfindthewayhome.

Theproblemis,youaren’tgettinganywhere.Afterwalkingforatleastanhour,you’restillinthewoods.Youpeerahead.Allyoucanseeis—morewoods!

“I’mtired,”Jasoncomplains.“I’mthirsty,”Staceyadds.Youpushthroughatangleofleaves.Andthenyoustop.“Oh,no!”Jasongroans.“Youandyourbrightideas,”Staceysnapsatyou.

What’sthematter?FindoutonPAGE115.

Youhearapplause.“ContestantNumberOne!”thevoicecalls.AspotlightskewersJason.“Turnaround!”

Jasonshrugs,thenturnsaround,showingoffhisweird,tall,skinnybody.Anunseenaudienceclapsenthusiastically.

“Numbertwo,”thevoiceordersStacey.“Smileatthecrowd.”Staceysmileswithhertinymouthandwaveseagerly.Theapplauseispolite.

Butitisn’tasloudasitwasforJason.“Numberthree,”thevoicebooms.Aspotlightshinesdownonyou.“Open

yourmouth.Showtheaudienceyourfabulousteeth.”Youdon’tknowwhatelsetodo,soyouobeythevoice.Yourmouthissobig

yourlowerjawhitsthefloor.Theaudienceyellsandhoots.Theyloveyou!“Andthewinneris—ContestantNumberThree!”thevoicedeclares.You’vewon!It’sweird,butyoufeelalmost…proud.Youwaveandbow,

blushingalloveryourenormousface.Thenthestagelightsgoout.Youcanfinallyseetheaudience.They’refun

housefreaks,justlikeyou!Theirfacesandbodiesaretwistedandwarped,bloatedandbent.

Andeverysingleoneofthemisgazingadoringlyatyou.Butdon’tletitgiveyouaswelledhead!

THEEND

Youglanceupfearfully.ThepersonclutchingyourshoulderisProfessorShock!“I’vebeenlooking

foryou,”hesays.Staceycrawlsthroughthewindow.Jasonisrightbehindher.“Professor!”

Staceyexclaims.“Whatareyoudoinghere?”“Wereyoufollowingus?”Jasondemandssuspiciously.“OfcourseIwas!”ProfessorShocksnaps.“Ihadtogetmyremoteback!

Luckily,youkidspushedtheredbutton.That’sahomingdevice.Still,myrobotandIhavebeenchasingyouallafternoon.”Hescowlsatyou.“Myrobottellsmeyouthrewcrumbsinhiseyes.”

YourememberthecookiecrumbsyouthrewatDeepVoice.ThatwasProfessorShock’srobot?Youstarttoblush.“I’msorryIcausedallthistrouble,”youmumble.“Well,there’snoseriousharmdone—yet,”ProfessorShockreplies.“Just

giveitback.”“Ican’t,”youadmit.“Thecyborgstookit.”“Oh,no!”ProfessorShockexclaims.“That’stheworstthingthatcould

possiblyhappen!”Thenhisgazefocusesoveryourshoulder.Hegasps.“Itakethatback,”hemurmurs.“Thisisworse.”

GotoPAGE87.

“IknowI’mright!”youshout.“Turnaround!”“You’recrazy!”Jasonwails.Buthedoeswhatyousay.Youspintofacethebull.He’schargingstraightatyou.Hishornslookas

sharpasshishkebabskewers.Whatifyou’rewrong?Toolatetothinkthatway.You’vemadeyourchoice.Soyousprinttowardthebull.Thetwinsrunoneithersideofyou,yelling.Youblink.Isityourimagination?Oristhebullalittlebitfartheraway?“Yes!”youshouttriumphantly.Witheverystepyoutake,thebullgets

smaller.Inaminute,it’saspeckinthedistance.Thenitvanishescompletely.“Itworked!”Staceycries.“Ifeelsick,”Jasongroans.Youlaugh.“Let’sgofindthatroadsignandseeifwecangobackhome

again!”

TurntoPAGE132.

“Iwantoneofthosecarvings,too,”youcryandreachforalittleonyxguitar.Asingle,piercingtoneringsinyourears.Theneverythingbecomesquiet.Veryquiet.Youtrytoglancearound.Hey!Youcan’tmoveyourhead!Infact,youcan’t

moveanypartofyourbody….Youcanfeelyourselfswaying.Stonewallsglidepastyoureyes.Backand

forth.Asifyou’reonaropeswing.Thenagustofwindspinsyouaround.Yourheartskipsabeat.You’re

staringatalife-sizestonecarvingofagirl.AgirlthatlooksalotlikeStacey.Itswingsfromathickchain,nexttoanequallylargecarvingofaredrose.

How’dtheygetacarvingofStacey?youwonder.Andwhataboutthatstonerose?Isn’tthatthesameoneStaceywastryingtopick?Somehowitgotbigger.Or…yougotsmaller.

Achillrunsthroughyou.Nowyourealizewhathappened.You’vebecomeoneofthecarvingsintheQueen’schamber!Youcatchsightofyourselfinamirrorasyouswingbyit.It’strue.There

youare,ingorgeousgreenmarble.Foreveryoung—that’snice.Butalsoforeverfrozen,danglingfromachain—whichisnotsonice.

Hanginthere,kid!

THEEND

Nowyouknowthesecretofescapingfromthemirrorworld.Allyouneedtodoisstepbackwardthroughamirror.

YouthanktheQueenandrushbacktotheentrancehall.Youandyourfriendsturnyourbacksonthelargestmirror,thenstepbackwardintoit.Youfeelthatstrange,rubberyfeelingagain,likewalkingthroughJell-O.

Thenextthingyouknow,you’rebackinProfessorShock’sgarage!Youandthetwinsgazearound.Everythinglooksnormal.Themirrorleans

againstthewall.Thebigcoloredswitchesareoff.“Let’sgetoutofhere!”youexclaim.Youandthetwinshurrythroughthefrontpartofthegarage.It’sstillpiled

withjunk.Butyoudon’tfeellikedoinganymorecleaning.Youjustwanttogetawayfromthisplace!

Thefrontdoorisopen.Youcanseeyourbikes,rightthereintheyard.Thenadarkfigureloomsinthedoorway.ProfessorShock!Andhe’sblockingyourwayout!“Oh,noyoudon’t!”heexclaims.“You’renotleavingnow—notafterwhat

you’vedone!”Heholdsupastrange-lookingblackboxwithalongtubeononeend.He

aimsthetubeatyou.“Don’tmove!”heshouts.

GotoPAGE116.

Youaren’tinthewoodsforlongbeforeyourealizethatsomethingiswrong.Verywrong.“Thisdoesn’tlooklikethepaththatwetookbefore,”Staceymurmurs.“This

pathisnarrower.”Yougazearound.Stacey’sright.Thepathisnarrower.Becausethevinesare

closinginagain!Youswallowhardandkeepwalking.Butsoonthere’shardlyanyroomto

move.Andyourfootiscaughtonsomething.Youglancedowntoseewhatitis.Athick,orangevinehaswrappeditself

aroundyourankle!Themoreyoutug,thetighterithugs.Andit’sclimbingyourleg….

“Atreejustgrabbedme!”Staceycries.“Let’sturnback!”“Backwhere?”Jasonyells.“TotheLoreo?Anyway,wecan’tgoback.We

canbarelyevenmove!”Thevineispastyourwaistnow.Yourmindchurnsfrantically.Isthishowit

willend?

TurntoPAGE34tofindout.

YouandthetwinshurrydownthepathtothePalace.Atonceyouheartheterrifyinghowlagain:“AROOOO!”

“Oh,no!”Staceycries.“What’smakingthatawfulnoise?”“It’sfollowingus,”Jasondeclares.Hestartstorun.YouandStaceytear

afterhim.“AROOOOO!AROOOOOO!”Thesoundgrowslouderandlouder.Itseemstobecomingfromeverywhere.

Itfillsyourhead.“Upthere!”Jasoncries.Hepointsupahead.Youscreechtoastopasahugeshadowfallsacrossthepath.Ashadowas

tallasabuilding.Withhundredsofarms.Andthousandsofgrasping,twitchingfingers.Frombehindtheshadow,thenoisethunders:“AROOOOOOO!”

“Getdown!”youwhisper.“Maybewecansneakpastit.”Youandthetwinsdroptoyourbelliesandcrawlalongthepath.Thenyou

stopinshock.Nowyoucanseewhat’scastingthathorrifyingshadow.Andwhat’smakingthatawfulsound!

TurntoPAGE13.

Youpeerintothenearestmirror.Yourfacegazesbackatyou.Butnoreddots.Nodotsofanycolor.

Youexamineanothermirror.Thenanother.Andanother.Youseeadot!No,wait—that’safreckle.

Yougazearoundindespair.Andthen—youspysomethingredinacorneroftheroom.

Yourushovertothecorner.Leaningagainstthewallisabottleofglasscleaner.Nexttoitisarag…withatinyredsmudgeonit.

Youpickuptheragandgazeatitindespair.Nowonderyoucouldn’tfindthedot.Someonecleanedallthemirrors!The

reddotisgone!Andyou’retrapped…forever.Toobad.Dot’sthewaythecookiecrumbles!

THEEND

“Gothroughthere!”youshouttothetwins.YoupushJasonthroughthegapbetweenthetentandtheground.Thenyoudiveforityourself.

TheLoreopounces,pinningyoutothefloor.Itsmouthissocloseyoucancounteveryoneofitspointedteeth.

“Help!”youscream.“Goaway!”Staceyshouts.Shepicksuponeofthenearbymirrorsand

smashesitovertheLoreo’shead.TheLoreoisstunned!Onlyforamoment.Butthat’sallthetimeyouand

Staceyneedtosqueezethroughthegap.BehindyoutheLoreoscreamsinanger.Alongtearappearsinthesideofthe

tent.Thenanother.It’stryingtoclawitswayout.Itwantsitsdinner!Youdon’twaitaround.Thethreeofyourunasfastasyoucanawayfrom

thewoods.Injustamoment,you’rebackamongthetrees,pushingthroughvines.You’removingtowardtheforkthatwilltakeyoutothePalaceofMirrors.

Orareyou?

GoontoPAGE108.

DeepVoiceloomsoveryou,hishandoutstretched.Yougulp.Anychanceyoucanbluffyourwayoutofthis?“Givewhatto

you?”youask,tryingtosoundinnocent.“Theremotecontrol,dimwit!”Jasoncries.“Jason!”yougroan.“Idon’thavetimetoexplain,”DeepVoicesays.“Trustme.Youmustgive

meProfessorShock’sremote!”“Maybeweshouldtrusthim,”Staceywhispers.Youaren’tsure.Maybeitwouldbebettertotrytorun.“Hurry!There’snotimetolose,”DeepVoiceinsists.

IfyougiveDeepVoicetheremote,turntoPAGE119.Ifyou’drathertrytorun,gotoPAGE124.

Andthen…themonsterrobotfreezes.Itsshovelhandsareonlyinchesfromyourhead.“What?”Redyells.Heholdsuptheremoteandpunchesbuttonsfuriously.Nothinghappens.Youstarttobreatheagain.Cautiously,youputthehosedownandstepout

fromundertheshadowoftheshovel.Redisstilljabbingattheremote.“Arrgh!Idon’tbelieveit!”thecyborg

screams.Hehurlstheremotecontroldownonthepavement.Itsmashesintoahundredpieces.

Redsinkstohiskneesinthemiddleoftheparkinglot.“Allmyplans…mydreams…”hewails.“Ruined!”

“Idon’tbelieveit!”yousay.Thecyborgiscryinglikeababy!ProfessorShockputsahandonyourshoulder.“Welldone,”hetellsyou.

“We’resaved!”

TurntoPAGE90.

“Calmdown!”thevoicecries.Yourelax.That’sProfessorShock’svoice.Andit’shisfaceinthemirror—

notyouasanoldperson.Whatarelief!“Whatareyoudoinginthere?”youask.“Itisn’treallyme,”heanswers.“It’smyreflection.Anditwasmoretrouble

thanyouknowtogetittoappear.”Youdon’thavetimetochat.“Please—getusoutofhere!”“Ican’t,”theprofessoranswers.“YouneedtheQueen’smirrortoescape.”“Weknowthat!”youexclaim.“Butwecan’tfindit!”“It’sinoneoftheQueen’schambers,”theprofessortellsyou.“TheQueen’s

chambersaretheroomsfullofstonecarvings.Unfortunately,that’sthemostdangerouspartofthebackwardworld.Bevery,verycarefulwhenyou—”

Youwaitfortheprofessortofinishhissentence.Buthisimagesuddenlybeginstoflicker.Hislipsmovebutyoucan’thearhisvoice.

“What?”youyell.“Speakup,Professor!”

TurntoPAGE5.

You’veemergedfromtheforestintoameadow.Inthecenterstandsabig,yellow-stripedtent.AsignoverthetentdoorwaysaysSEETHEAMAZINGLOREO.

Thesignonthepathwasn’tbackwardafterall!ThePalacemustbetheotherway!

“Let’sstartwalkingback,”Jasonsaysgrumpily.“Wait!”Staceyexclaims.“IwanttoseetheLoreo.”You’recuriousyourself.“Me,too,”youtellJason.Youstepuptothedoorwayofthetent.Athinmaninatallblackhatholds

uphishandtostopyou.“Tickets?”hedemands.“Wheredowebuythem?”youask.“Buythem?”themanrepeats.Helaughs.“Whatanidea!Youdon’tbuy

them.Igivethemtoyou.”Youshouldhaveguessed.It’sbackward!Themanhandseachofyouaticket.“Haveaseatinside,”hesays.“The

Loreowillappearshortly.”Youstepthroughthedoorway.Theinsideofthetentislinedwithmirrors.

Andoneofthemlooksexactlylikethemirroryoucamethroughtoenterthisbackwardworld!

Yourushuptoit.Maybeyourproblemsareover!

TurntoPAGE66.

Youcan’tbelieveit!Aftereverythingyou’vebeenthrough,thiscrazyoldmanhaspulledsomekindofraygunonyou!

“We’resorry!”youexclaim.“Weknowweweren’tsupposedtogointhebackroom.”

“Wedidn’tmeanto!”Staceyadds.“Letusgo!”“Please,don’tshootus!”Jasonbegs.“Shootyou?”ProfessorShocklooksannoyed.“Butyoumadeitthroughthe

mirrorworld.Noone’severdonethat!Imustcapturethemoment!Now,juststepintothelightsoIcanshootacoupleofpictures.Thenyoucanleave.”

You’renotsureyouheardcorrectly.Pictures?“Youmeanthat’sacamera?”Staceyasks.“Yes,”theprofessorreplies.“Iinventeditmyself.It’sveryspecial.”Ashe

talks,heclicksaway.“Yousee,onceI’vephotographedyou,youcanstepintothefilmnegativeandfindyourselfinanegativeworld.I’msureyou’dloveit…”

You’veheardenough.“Soundscool,Professor,”yousayasyoupushJasonandStaceytowardtheirbikes.“Butwehavetogonow.Maybesomeotherday.”Maybesomeotherlifetime!

Butasyourideaway,Stacey’salreadystartingtosay,“Itmightbefun.Maybeweshouldcomebacktomorrow….”

“Noway!”youshout.“I’vehadenough.Andthat’s

THEEND!”

“What’sthatnoise?”Jasoncries.“Idon’tknow!”youwhisper.“AROOOOO!”Thesoundisloudernow.Closer.EvenStaceyisscared.“Maybeweshouldgoback,”shesays.Youstopandglanceback.Thickvineshavegrownovertheplacesyou

walked.Thepathisgone!Youtrytobreakthevinesapart.Buttheygrowbackinstantly.

Yougulp.“We’llhavetokeepgoing,”youassert.“AROOOOOO!”Thistimethehowlissoloudthatthegroundshakes.Your

eyesdartaroundfearfully.Youcan’tseeanythingthroughthesethickvines!What’soutthere?

“Comeon!”Jasoncries.Hetakesoffrunning.Yourheartthudding,youtearafterhim.Stacey’srightbehindyou.

Quick!DashtoPAGE95.

Thecarvingisoftwoturtlesfacingeachother.Buttheyaren’tordinaryturtles.Theyhavehumanfaces—angryhumanfaces!Theturtlesappeartobearguingwitheachother.

Youcan’thelpsmiling.TheylooklikeJasonandStacey.JasonandStacey!Yourheartpounds.Youexaminethecarvingclosely.Thefacesareyour

friends’faces.You’resureofit!ThisiswhattheQueentransformedyourfriendsinto!You’vefoundthem!

Butwhatshouldyoudonext?You’retemptedtoslipthecarvinginyourpocketandmakeabreakforit.If

youmanagetoescape,you’llhavethecarvingwithyou.Andthen,somehow,maybe,you’llfindawaytoturnJasonandStaceybackintoreal,livekids.

Ontheotherhand,maybeyoushouldpolishthecarvingandhangitup.Afterall,theQueensaidthatifyoudidn’tpolishallthecarvings,you’dbepunished.Whoknowswhatherpowerscando?Maybeyou’dbetterobeyher!

Quick!Makeadecision.Timeisrunningout!

Ifyoupockettheturtlesandmakeabreakforit,turntoPAGE133.Ifyougoonwithyourpolishing,turntoPAGE30.

Youbiteyourlip.“Allright,”yousay.“I’lltrustyou.”Pullingouttheremote,youhandittoDeepVoice.Youhopeyoudidthe

rightthing.DeepVoicewhipsoutawalkie-talkie.“We’resecure!”hebarksintoit.Thenextinstant,banksofheadlightsflashon,blindingyou.Dozensofmen

insuitspouroutofparkedcars.“What’sgoingon?”Staceycries.“Whoareyouguys?”Jasondemands.“I’mAgentJones.We’rewiththegovernment,”DeepVoicereplies.

“ProfessorShockisourtopweaponsdesigner.”Hewavestheremoteintheair.“Youkidshavebeenplayingwithaverydangeroustoyhere!AllIcansayis,thankgoodnesswegotitbackbeforeyoupushedtheredbutton.”

Yourheartthuds.“Uh,well,actually…”youmumble.AgentJonesstaresatyouinhorror.“Youmeanyoudidpresstheredbutton?

Oh,no!When?”“Aboutanhourago.”Yougulp.“Wh-whatdoesitdo?”AgentJonesshakeshisheadsolemnly.“Youdon’twanttoknow.Let’sjust

say,we’realldoomed.Wehaveonlyafewsecondsleftbefore

THEEND.”

Inthecenteroftheparkinglot,themonsterrobot’sTV-screeneyesblinkon.It’sready.Readytocrushyou!“Whathappensnow?”Staceygasps.“ProfessorShock,telluswhattodo!”youcry.“Helpus!”Jasonbegs,grabbingtheoldman’sarm.“Stopthat!”ProfessorShocksnaps.“I’mtryingtothink.”Closinghiseyes,

hebeginstomumbletohimself.Andthenhestartstosnore.Youcan’tbelieveit!Youfeellikescreaming.Whatatimefortheprofessor

totakeanap!Jasontugsyoursleeve.“Theprofessor’stoooldforthis.Let’sgogetUncle

Jack,”hewhispers.“He’llknowwhattodo.”Youhesitate.Youhavetoadmit,it’sabadsignthatProfessorShockfell

asleep.Butstill,youbelievehe’sagenius.Maybethisisthewayhegetsallhisideas.

Maybeyoushouldwaitforhimtowakeup.

IfyouwanttowaitforProfessorShocktowakeup,turntoPAGE84.Ifyou’drathergetUncleJack,doitonPAGE10.

“Run!”youshout.Youandthetwinstakeoff.“Stop!”Thepolicemanpoundsafteryou.Thelakeisjustahead.Abluerowboatbobsatasmalldock.“Headforthe

boat!”youcall.Youreachthedockandjumpintotheboat.Amomentlater,Staceyjumpsin

afteryou.ButwhereisJason?“Help!”Jasonshouts.YouandStaceyglanceback.Jasonhastrippedonarock!Thepolicemanaimsalongtubeathim.There’s

apop.ThenanetsailsthroughtheairanddropsoverJason.“I’vegotyounow!”thepolicemanyells.“Untietheboat!”youinstructStacey.“I’llhelpJason.”Yourunbacktoyourfriend.He’sstrugglingagainstthenet.“Holdstill!”

youcommand.Graspingthenet,youwrapitmoretightlyaroundJason’sbody.“Stopit!”Jasonshrieks.“You’remakingittighter!”“Don’tsquirm,”youtellhim.Tighteningthenetistheonlywayyoucan

thinkoftomakeitloose.Youpulliteventighter.Thenetfallsoff!YouhelpJasonupandstartrunning.Thepolicemanisrightbehindyou.You

jumpintotheboat.“Row!”youshout.

RowtoPAGE55.

“Getintothebumpercars!”youorderthetwins.Jasonstaresatyou.“Areyoucrazy?We’rebeingchasedbyamaniac!This

isnotimeforgames!”hesnaps.“Iknowthat,”youanswerimpatiently.“Justgetin.Ihaveaplan.”Grumbling,Jasonclimbsintoagreenbumpercar.YouhelpStaceyintoa

blueone,thenyoujumpintoaredone.YoupulloutProfessorShock’sremoteandstartpunchingbuttons.

Whenyouhitthesixthblackbutton,thebumpercarsstarttomove.Itworks!Youcancontrolthemwiththeremote!

“See?Wecanridetheseoutofthemall,”youexplain.“Cool!”Staceysaysenthusiastically.“Nicethinking,”Jasonadmits.Hestartstosteerhiscaroutofthering.“Waitaminute,”youcall.Youpeerthroughthegloomtothestairwell.No

signofRedyet.Youknowit’scrazy.Butyou’rejustdyingtoplaybumpercarsonemore

time.Justonce,beforethemallistorndownandtheKiddieKarnivalisgoneforever.

Thequestionis,whoshouldyouram?

Ifyou’dratherbumpJason,gotoPAGE99.IfyoudecidetobumpStacey,turntoPAGE18.

“It’sobvious,”youdeclare.“We’llgothroughthemirrorthatshowsourownreflections.That’lltakeusbacktotherealworld.”

“Areyousure?”Jasonasksanxiously.Youstandinfrontofthemirrorandgazein.Behindyourthreereflectionsis

afamiliarscene.“Look!”Staceyexclaims.“It’sMiller’s.”Whenyouseetheice-creamstore,yourlastdoubtsvanish.Miller’sisin

yourneighborhood.Whenyoustepthroughthismirror,you’llpracticallybehome!

“Let’sgo!”youurgeandstepforward.Butasyourfootmovestowardthemirror,yourreflectedfacetwistsinterror.

Yourreflectedmouthopensasifyou’rescreaming.Youfeelyourrealface.Itseemsnormal.Yourmouthisclosed.What’sgoing

on?“Ourreflections!They’regoingcrazy!”Jasondeclares.“Somethingisscaringthem,”Staceyadds.Thenshegasps.“Hey,look!

They’rerunningaway!Quick!Let’sgoafterthem!”“Andgetcaughtbywhateverisscaringthem?”Jasonscoffs.“Noway!Isay

westayrighthere.They’llcomeback.”Whatdoyouthink?

Ifyougoafteryourreflections,turntoPAGE9.Ifyou’dratherwaitandseewhathappens,turntoPAGE42.

Thinkingfast,youreachintoyourpocket.“Smartchoice,kid,”DeepVoicetellsyou.“Iknow,”youanswer—andhurlahandfulofcrunched-upcookiecrumbs

athisface.Remember?Youtookthecookieswithyouwhenyouleftyourhouse.In

Scoutcamp,theytaughtyouthatit’salwaysagoodideatocarryasnack.Goodthingyouwerepayingattentionthatday!“Aaaagh!Ican’tsee!”DeepVoicebellows.Hestumblesbackward,rubbing

hiseyes.“Run!”youshouttoJasonandStacey.Thethreeofyoupeltthroughthegarage.Enoughlightshinesfromthe

elevatortoshowyouastaircaseahead.Youdon’thesitate.Youtakeoffupthestairs.

SpeedontoPAGE127.

“We’llwaitfortheLoreo,”youdecide.Yourememberwhathappenedlasttimeyousteppedthroughamirror.It’stooriskytotrywithoutknowingwhatyou’redoing!

YouandJasonseatyourselves.Stacey,ofcourse,hastoomuchenergytostayinoneplace.Shewandersaroundthetent,peeringintoalltheothermirrors.

“Hey!Lookatthis,guys,”shecallssuddenly.YouandJasoncrosstowhereshe’sstaringintoabig,strange-lookingmirror

witharedframe.Youpeekin.“Cool!”youexclaimwhenyouglimpseyourreflections.Stacey’sheadistiny.Yourheadisasbigasawatermelon,whileyourbody

iswide,fat,andveryshort.Jasonisincrediblytallandskinnyandcrimpedlikeacrinkle-cutfrenchfry.

“It’safunhousemirror!”Jasoncries.“Maybewecouldstepthroughit,”Staceysays,hereyessparkling.“That

couldbereallyfun!”Beforeyoucananswer,aloudroarsplitstheair.Itsoundsasifawholepride

oflionsisapproaching!

GoontoPAGE130.

TheQueenleadsyoutoanother,smallerroom.It’spiledhighwithlittlestonestatues.Butthesearen’tshinyandbright,liketheonesinthebigcave.Thesesimplylooklikecarvedrocks.

“Thesearemynewcarvings,”theQueentellsyou.“Polishthem!Ifyoufinishthemintwohours,I’llreturnyourfriendstotheirtrueforms.I’llalsoletyouusemymirror.Butifyoufail—lookout!”

Yougazeatthepilesofcarvingsinpanic.Therearethousandsofthem!TheQueenhandsyouaragandacanofwax.“Bettergetstarted,”shetells

you,cackling.Thensheleaves.Yougrabthenearestcarvingandstartrubbingwaxoverit.Graduallyit

becomesadeep,glowingblue.Yousetitasideandgrabanother.Asquicklyasyoucan,youpolishcarvingaftercarving.Yourubwaxona

stoneapple,alittlehouse,awoodpecker.Allofthemgrowshinyandbeautiful.Butafteranhour,you’vebarelyevenmadeadentinthepile.Bitingyour

lip,youpickupanothercarving.Youstartpolishinggrimly.Thenyounoticesomethingveryoddaboutthe

littlestatue.

Findoutwhat’ssooddonPAGE118.

Youandthetwinsraceuptothethirdlevelofthemall.Youglanceoveryourshoulder.Whew!NosignofDeepVoice.

Youpushthroughthefiredooratthetopandstoptorest.“Whowasthatguy?”Staceypants.“Somebodybad,”Jasonretorts.Youstaredownattheremoteinyourhand.WhoeverDeepVoicewas,he

wasdesperatetogetthegadgetfromyou.Why?youwonder.Allitdoesisturnthingsonandoff.

Oristheresomethingelseyouhaven’tfoundout?Thetwinsleadyouthroughtheempty,echoingmalltoasmallstorelabeled

JACK’SELECTRONICS—REPAIRSANDSALES.It’stheonlystoreyou’veseensofarthatisn’tboardedup.

“ThisisUncleJack’sstore,”Staceyannounces.Youwalkin.Thestoreisfilledwithtelevisions,telephones,amplifiers,and

dozensofothermachines.Butthere’snoonebehindthecounter.Thesilenceiseerie.

“UncleJack!”Jasoncalls.Heducksunderthecounterandvanishesintothebackroom.

Amomentlateryouhearayell.

GotoPAGE29.

Youdecidetofinishinvestigatingtheentrancehallbeforeyoutryanydoors.You’returningbacktorejointhetwinswhensomeonecallsyourname.

That’sfunny.Thevoiceisfamiliar,butitdoesn’tbelongtoeitherofthetwins.Andit’scomingfromnearby!

Youglancearound.Atfirstyoudon’tseeanything.Thenyouspotanold,crackedmirrorhangingbyitselfinadarkcornerofthedoorway.Youpeerintoit.

Andgasp.Ahideous,witheredoldfacestaresbackatyou!It’ssowrinkledyoucan

hardlyseeitseyes.Yourheartthunders.There’ssomethingfamiliarabouttheface.You’veseen

itbefore.Itremindsyouof…Coulditbe—you?Asanoldperson?Youscream.

GoontoPAGE114.

ThesprayofwaterhitstherobotsquarelyinitsTV-screeneyes.FZZZTT!Thegiantscreensexplode.Bitsofglassraindownonthe

pavement.“Allright!”You,Jason,andStaceycheerlikeidiots.ButyouforgotaboutRed.Waterwon’tstophim.Andyou’vejustmadehim

very,veryangry.“Youkidsarereallystartingtobugme!”thecyborgbellows.“Timetodeal

withyouonceandforall!”Hejabsanotherbuttonontheremotecontrol.Andthemonsterrobotturnstowardyou.“Help!”Jasonshrieks.“No!”Staceycries.“Spray!”youyellatthetopofyourlungs.Youaimthewaterattherobot’slegs.Itsarms.Yousoakeverypartofits

metalbody.Butbulldozersandsteamrollersaren’tlikeTVs.They’rebuilttoworkinthe

rain.Themonsterrobotkeepscoming.Onehugebulldozershovelloomsoveryourhead.Theotherispoisedover

StaceyandJason.Youknowyou’redoomed.“Crushthem!”Redcries.Andthen—

ThenWHAT??TurntoPAGE113tofindout.

Yourstomachknots.“Wh-what’sthat?”youstammer.“Ibetit’stheLoreo,”Jasonpredictsglumly.“RRROWWWWWRRRR!”Ahuge,tanbeastboundsintothetent.It’sbuilt

likealion,onlybigger.Itstoesaretippedwithknifelikeclaws.Butthething’sclawsaren’tnearlyasscaryasitsface.Itlookslikeafurrycrocodile,withapointedsnoutandsharp,jaggedteeth.Hundredsofthem.Andthey’resnappingatyou.

Theticketmanpopshisheadthroughthedoorway.“Here’stheLoreo,”heannouncescheerfully.“Tah-dah!”

“We’veseenenough!”youshout.“Takeitaway!”“Sorry,”hereplies.“It’stimefortheLoreo’sdinner.”“Whatdoesiteat?”Staceyasks.Theticketmansmiles.“Kids!”hereplies.Staceygulps.“CouldweforgetIasked?”shemutters.TheLoreoamblestowardyou,drooling.Youglancearounddesperately.

There’sagapbetweenthetentandthegrassoutside.CanyousqueezethroughbeforetheLoreopounces?Orshouldyoutrytostepthroughthefunhousemirror?

DuckthroughthegaponPAGE111.TrythefunhousemirroronPAGE92.

Thecorridoropensintoabigcave.Hangingfromtheceilingarehundredsoftinyobjects.Allaremadeofcarved,polishedstones.Theytwistandturnontheirchains,andrainbowsofcoloredlightbouncethroughthehugeroom.

“Cool!”Staceycries.Sherushesin.Thestoneobjectstinkleasshepasses.Youglanceuptoseeatinyhorsehangingonaslendersilverchain.Itlooksjustlikearealhorse.Butit’smadeofpolishedrock.

“Lookatthis!”Jasonshouts.Hepointstoatinybluemotorcyclehangingjustinsidetheentrance.

“Whatabeautifulflower!”Staceygushes,pointingtoaredrose.“Itlookssoreal!I’mgoingtopickit!”

DidyoujustgetapieceofadvicefromProfessorShock?Ifyoudid,turntoPAGE65.

Ifyoudidn’t,turntoPAGE106.

Thesignisasfarawayasiteverwas.Butnowyouknowhowtogettoit.“Allwehavetodoiswalkinthewrongdirection,”youpointout.

“Cool!Let’sgo,”Staceysays.Inafewminutes,youreachthesign.Itsays:

THEPALACEHOLDSTHEKEY.

DISCOVERTHEQUEEN’SMIRROR

ANDYOU’LLSOONBEHOMEFREE.

Anarrowpointsaheadintoathick,darkforest.“ThePalace?”Staceyexclaims.“TheQueen?”“Whowrotethis?”youask.“Whatdoesitmean?”“Ithinkit’sforus,”Jasonannounces.“Ithinkitmeansthatthewayhomeis

throughthisPalaceplace.”Jasonmaybekindoftimid,buthe’sprettysmart.“Soundsgoodtome,”you

declare.“Let’sgo.”Bywalkingintheoppositedirection,youandthetwinsaresooninthe

forest.It’sagloomyplace.Thetreesaresothickthathardlyanylightcangetthrough.Long,slimy,purple-leafedvineschokethepath.Youhearthingsmovinginthebushes.

“AROOOO!”Aloud,deepsoundboomssomewhereupahead.It’sacrossbetweenahowlandagrowl.

TurntoPAGE117.

Quickly,yousliptheturtlecarvingintoyourpocket.Youglancearound.Theroomisempty—whocouldbewatchingyou?Still,youcan’thelpfeelingasthoughthereareeyesonyou.Hiddeneyes.

Nervously,youreachforanothercarvingandstartpolishing.Betterkeepbusyincaseanyonecomesinwhileyou’replanningyourescape.

Thenthedoorslamsopen.“HOWDAREYOUTRYTOSTEALMYCARVING?”theQueenrages.

Shetowersoveryou.Herblotchyfaceistwistedinfury.“I—Ididn’tmean—”youstammer.“Itwasjust—”“SILENCE!”theQueenorders.“Ithoughtyouwerehonest.Butyou

betrayedmytrust!”Shegrabsyoubythearm.“Nowyou’llhavetobepunished!”

TakeyourpunishmentonPAGE25.

MaybeyoucanturnonalltheappliancesinthestoreanddistractRed!Youpulltheremoteoutofyourpocket.

Badmove.“I’lltakethat!”Redsays.Movingunbelievablyquickly,helungesatyou.Theremotefliesoutofyour

handandskidsunderthecounter.Youandthetwinsleaptowardthecounter.Redisfaster.Hedivesunderthecounter.Amomentlaterhebobstohisfeet.Theremote

isclutchedinhishand.“Thanks,kids!Andgood-bye,”Redcalls.Laughingnastily,hepointsthe

remoteatthefloorbeneathyourfeet.Atrapdooropensup.Youandthetwinshurtleintothedarknessbelow.

PlungetoPAGE27.

Youpressabuttonwithyourrightthumb.Nothinghappens.Foramoment,thatis.Thenadim,blueglowfillstheelevator.Asittouchesyou,youstarttotingle

allover.“What’sgoingon?”Staceycries.“Thisfeelssoweird!”“Idon’tknow,”youadmitnervously.Thebluelightsuddenlywinksout.Thenextthingyouknow,theelevator

leapsintomotion.Sideways.Thesuddenmovementknocksyouoffyourfeet.Theremotefliesoutof

yourhand.“Whoa!”youyell.Theelevatoristravelingsofastthatyou’replastered

againstthewall.Youcan’tmove!“Wherearewegoing?”Staceycries.“Makeitstop!”Jasonscreams.“Usetheremote!”“Ican’t.Idroppedit!”youshout.Then,assuddenlyastheelevatorstarted,itstops.Thedoorsslideopen.Lightpoursin.

TurntoPAGE20.

BEWARE!!DONOTREADTHIS

BOOKFROMBEGINNINGTOEND!

MeTarzan.YouDoomed…You’reonvacationinSouthAmerica.Allreadyforsomerealjungleaction:

tigers,quicksand,swingingonvines!Thenyoueatsomeenchantedfruitandstartchangingintoahideousscaly

monster!Nowtigersaretheleastofyourworries…You’vegottofindawaytogetbacktonormal.Andfast.Beforeyour

friendsleaveyoubehindinthejungleofdoom!Butfirst,you’llhavetoescapealakefullofviciouspiranhas.Orfindyour

wayoutofanundergroundcavern.Ortakeyourchanceswithatribeofheadhunters!

You’reincontrolofthisscaryadventure.Youdecidewhatwillhappen.Andhowterrifyingthescareswillbe.

StartonPAGE1.Thenfollowtheinstructionsatthebottomofeachpage.Youmakethechoices.

Maketherightchoicesandlivetotellthetale.Makethewrongchoice…andBEWARE!

SOTAKEALONG,DEEPBREATH,CROSSYOURFINGERS,ANDTURNTOPAGE1TOGIVEYOURSELFGOOSEBUMPS!

“Allright,JuniorExplorers,IdirectyourattentiontothismagnificentspecimenofBromeliadaechmea…”

Onandontheguide,Mrs.Wheedle,drones.Youcan’tbelieveyou’restuckonanaturestudytour!

WhenyousawthebrochurefortheJuniorExplorerAdventureClubatthefrontdeskofyourhotel,itlookedgreat.Threedayshikinginthejunglewithtenotherkidsyourageandan“experiencedjungleguide.”Howcool!

“Comeon,”youbeggedyourparents.“We’reinSouthAmericaandyouwantmetositbythepoolallday?Icoulddothatathome.Whydidyoutakemetoaforeigncountryifyoudidn’twanttoexposemetonewthings?”

NowyouwishyourparentshadsaidNO!Atleastyourbestfriend,Zoe,iswithyouonthehike.And,eventhoughtheguideisasboringaspossible,thejungleisprettycool.Heavyvineshangcrisscrossedoverthetrail.Strangeandbeautifulflowersindeepcolorssproutfromeveryside.

AsyoufollowbehindZoe,younoticeastrangespikyflowerwithbrightbluepetalsofftothesideofthetrail.Absentmindedly,youreachouttotouchit.

Asuddenbreezemakesthebrightbluepetalsshiver.“NOOOOOOOOO!”theflowerscreams.Youpullyourhandbackatthelastsecond!

RacetoPAGE2.

“NOOOOOOOOO!”thescreamcontinues.“Don’ttouchthatflower!”It’sonlyMrs.Wheedle.“What’swrong?”youask.“Isitpoisonous?Doesitshootvenomor

somethingcool?”“Ofcoursenot!”Mrs.Wheedlehuffs.“Thatflowerisanendangeredspecies.

Youcouldhavekilledit!”Sheturnsandmarchesbacktothefrontofthegroup.“Whew!Thatwasacloseone!”Zoesays,brushingthebangsawayfromher

eyes.“Forasecondthere,Ithoughtsomethingexcitingwasactuallygoingtohappen!”

Zoe’scool.Waycool.That’soneofthereasonsshe’syourbestfriend.Shehasasarcasticremarkforeverysituation.Andshe’snotscaredofanything.

That’swhyyouknowshe’sjustasanxiousasyouaretobreakawayfromthegroupanddosomerealexploring.

Justamomentago,throughthetrees,yousawsomethingelsethatwasdefinitelyworthcheckingout.

Thereitisagain.Offtotheright.Abouttwentyyardsaway.Incredible!Yourheartskipsabeatatwhatyousee.

FindoutwhatitisonPAGE37!

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