Free The Slime That Would Not Die by Laura Dower Page A

the air. “Here goes nothing!” she cried, tossing the water over our heads.
    â€œSayonara, Slimo!” I screamed.
    And we held our breath, waiting to see what would happen next.

CHAPTER 15
    THWUNK
    I expected some kind of brilliant flash of light. Or a loud sucking noise. Anything that would show me the slime was on its way out.
    Instead, the slime quivered and moved forward. It was even stronger than before!
    â€œOh, no! It’s not working!” Damon yelled. “Ranger, I’m gonna get you for—”
    Before he could finish his thought, the slime gulped him down whole.
    I looked away. Things were not working out like we’d hoped. We were down to half a Monster Squad.
    In the past two minutes, Slimo had gotten stronger .
    My mind raced. Time was running out. If Lindsey and I got swallowed up, then there would be no one left to fight the B-Monster.
    I tried to remember the Slimo movie facts.
    â€œJesse!” Lindsey said. “The slime is on my shoe now. Hurry!”
    Slimo had twisted a tendril of slime up Lindsey’s leg. It would come after me next.
    I had to think faster.
    In the first movie, Slimo slips away unharmed. But in the second movie, Slimo dies. He sinks into the water. But what is special about that water? Fish? Seaweed? Wait! It was the ocean. It was salt water. Salt? In the third movie, he was killed on a highway covered with snow. But what else was on the road? Wait! Salt! Road salt!
    â€œI think I know what to do!” I blurted. “I just hope we have time—”

    I darted back into the science closet, leaping over puddles of the green goo and sidestepping those long arms of slime that were trying so hard to grab me. This was trickier than the fifth-grade obstacle course! I’d never seen so much hungry slime in my whole life.
    â€œYes!” I said when I saw what I was looking for. I grabbed a huge canister from a shelf and raced back into the classroom. “Okay, Slimo! Get ready to DIE—for real!”
    Thwunk.
    I fell and skidded across the floor. Running into the classroom, I’d tripped on my own shoelaces—again. The canister in my hand opened up and released white dust all over everything.
    Lindsey looked horrified. “What is that ?” she asked.
    I gasped as slowly, on contact, the slime slid off her legs and then her torso. It started to shrivel. My solution was working! Lindsey was free!
    â€œJesse!” Lindsey cried. “How did you do that?”
    The canister was next to me on the floor. I held it up. On the side was one word:
    â€œYou figured it out,” I told Lindsey. “You were right when you said the answer was probably something inside the water.”

    There had been salt in the ocean water in Slimo
    and Curse of Slimo . And there was road salt during
    the blizzard in Son of Slimo .
    â€œThanks,” Lindsey said. “Thanks for figuring it all out.”
    â€œLook!” I cried. The slime was shrinking.
    â€œIt’s turning into some kind of green fog,” Lindsey said.
    Across the room, I heard groans.
    Damon! Stella!
    They were both barefoot, but they were back.
    â€œAaarrgh!” Stella moaned. “My head!”

    â€œWhat happened?” Damon whimpered. “I feel like something my cat threw up. What is that smell?” He sniffed his shirt experimentally. “Oh, no, it’s ME!”
    â€œJesse saved us!” Lindsey announced.
    I looked over at Stella. She smiled.
    It was the first time I remembered seeing her do that.
    The green fog filled the room as the slime evaporated. Then a small voice came from the other side of the room.
    â€œHello?” a voice groaned.
    I saw the figure step out of the fog like the Thermominator, a superhuman, temperature-controlled robot from another one of Leery’s Bs.
    But this was no B-Monster. This was Mr. Bunsen!
    â€œWhere am I?” Mr. Bunsen asked, running his fingers through a mass of sticky hair on his