Later," Fang said to Ella and Dr. Martinez in that gushy, hyperemotional, overdramatic way he has.

Can I come in? No! I'm in a towel! I'm blind!

Ari felt like, Hellooo, I have wings! I turn into a wolf! Blending is out is out of the question!

Jeb climbed the ladder Fang had just lowered and I indulged in a moments fantasy about someone slamming the trapdoor on his head.”-max

Tell me again what we're doing here," I said, running a continuous scan of our surroundings. Fang popped some Cracker Jack into his mouth. "We're here to watch manly men do manly things." I followed Fang's line of sight: He was watching the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders, who were not doing manly things, by any stretch of the imagination.

It was like meeting someone out of your dreams, or fantasies, or a beloved character from a favorite book.

I stood my ground. "You evil scientist are all the same--evil. Count me out." Fang and I brushed past Mr. God and walked quickly but smoothly to the exit. It was barely noon, and I'd already made a huge enemy. Dang, I'm good.