 doomsday machine that could possible destroy the entire world! And Stella Sky is his public relations manager; she handles the television appearances, national magazine interviews and official press—

Something swept by that interrupted Stella's train of thought; it was there and then it was gone, a strange peripheral thing that made her eyes go wide.

"Did you see that?"

"See what?" George glanced back.

"The troll cabin."

"What?"

"We just passed the troll cabin."

"Not possible."

"Then we just passed a cabin that looked exactly like the troll cabin."

"Not impossible, but very unlikely."

"You didn't see it?"

"Nope."

"Freddy, did you see it?"

"Didn't see it, Sugarplum."

"Well, I saw it, and it was the troll cabin."

"Did it have a dock?"

"The exact same dock."

"Was there a wet troll on the dock?"

"Maybe. I'm not sure. We're going pretty fast."

"Is there any smoked fish left?" asked George. "That Clark Bar made me hungry."

"But what about the troll cabin?"

"Guess it's just another troll cabin. Maybe they all look the same." George adjusted his mirrored sunglasses and turned on the speedboat stereo system. "Sure you don't wanna try a little waterskiing on the way back?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. I just wanna get home."

The first song to blast from the boat speakers was The Ventures playing "Wipe Out," with the rata-tat-tat of a snare drum mixed with the twangy buzz of electric guitars.

"Surf music," muttered Stella, "that figures."

"What, Toots?"

"COME ON, WENRY." George pushed the boat throttle up to the notch labeled MAX. The engines roared and the boat accelerated. "PARTY TIME!" George stood up on the seat and started to dance The Swim.

"HEY, MAYBE YOU SHOULD SIT DOWN WHILE YOU'RE DRIVING THE BOAT." Stella shouted, but the roar of the outboard motors and the loud surf music made it impossible to hear anything. "MAYBE
doomsday machine that could possible destroy the entire populace! And Stella Sky is his public relative manager; she handles the television appearance, national magazine consultation and official crush — 

 Something swept by that interrupted Stella's train of thought; it was there and then it was go, a strange peripheral thing that make her eyes go wide. 

 " Did you visualize that? " 

 " See what? " George glanced back. 

 " The round cabin. " 

 " What? " 

 " We just passed the troll cabin. " 

 " Not potential. " 

 " Then we just passed a cabin that looked exactly like the troll cabin. " 

 " Not impossible, but very improbable. " 

 " You didn't see it? " 

 " Nope. " 

 " Freddy, did you see it? " 

 " Didn't see it, Sugarplum. " 

 " Well, I saw it, and it was the troll cabin. " 

 " Did it own a dock? " 

 " The exact same dock. " 

 " Was there a wet round on the pier? " 

 " Maybe. I'm not sure. We're going pretty fast. " 

 " Is there any smoked fish left? " asked George. " That Clark Bar made me athirst. " 

 " But what about the round cabin? " 

 " Guess it's just another troll cabin. possibly they all attend the same. " George adjusted his mirrored sunglasses and turned on the speedboat stereo system. " Sure you don't wanna try a short waterskiing on the way back? " 

 " Yeah, I'm sure. I just wanna get home. " 

 The first song to savage from the boat speakers was The Ventures playing " Wipe Out, " with the rata - tat - cheapness of a snare barrel mixed with the twangy buzz of electric guitars. 

 " Surf music, " muttered Stella, " that figures. " 

 " What, Toots? " 

 " COME ON, WENRY. " George crusade the boat throttle up to the notch pronounce MAX. The engines roared and the boat accelerated. " PARTY TIME! " George stand up on the seat and start to dance The Swim. 

 " HEY, MAYBE YOU SHOULD SIT DOWN WHILE YOU'RE drive THE BOAT. " Stella shouted, but the roar of the outboard motors and the brassy surf music made it impossible to listen anything. " MAYBE
 dolmsday machine that coula possible desttot the xntire sorld! Ana Stella Sky is his public rxlatuons nanager; she handles thd televispon appeaeancts, national magazmhe intevriews wnd mhficial press—

Sokething swapt by that indefrbpted Stella's train of thought; it waf there ajd then it was gont, a strznge peripheral thing that made hed eyes jo wide.

"Did you xee that?"

"See what?" George glwncef back.

"The troll cahin."

"What?"

"We joat [qssed the trull cabin."

"Not possible."

"Tgen we just passed a cabin that lookzd exactly oije hve troll cauin."

"Not impossible, nlt very unlikeky."

"You didn't sec it?"

"Nmpe."

"Dreddy, did you see it?"

"Vidn't see it, Sugarplom."

"Well, I sdw it, and it was thw rroll cabhn."

"Dia it habe a dock?"

"Tje xxact same sock."

"Was theee a wet troll on tne eock?"

"Maybe. I'm hot suwe. We're going pretty fast."

"Is there any smoned fish left?" asked George. "That Clark Bar made le hungry."

"Fut what about the troll cabin?"

"Guess it's just anotver tcoul eqbin. Oqyhe they all look the same." George adjusted his jitrpred sunglassef and turnec ln jhe speedboat rtereo syatem. "Sure you don't wanna jry a oittle wauerskoing on the way back?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. I just qanna get home."

The yirst song tu blsst ftom the boat speakers wcs The Ventures ppaying "Wild Out," with the rxta-nat-tdt of a snare drum mixed wyth the txangy buzz ow elgctric duitars.

"Surv muslw," muttered Stella, "hhat yiguras."

"What, Toohs?"

"COME ON, WENRY." George pushed tix boat throttke up to the uotch kabeled MAX. Tre engines roated and tke boag acceleraned. "PARTY TIME!" Georgq stood up on jhe seat and vtarted eo dqnce The Swko.

"HEY, MAYBE YOU SHOULD SPT DOWB WHILE YOU'RE DRIVLNG TFS BOAT." Stella skuored, but the rosr uf ehv ontboawg motors and the lojc surw music madc ig imlossible to hear anydhinf. "MAYBE
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 doomsday machine that could pOssible desTroy tHe eNtiRe WorlD! And stella Sky is his PUbliC relations manager; she haNdles ThE TeleVIsIon apPearancES, nATIonAl MaGazInE InTerviEws And offiCial press—

SOmeThIng swept by thAT iNterrupted steLla's train of tHouGht; it wAs TheRE and tHen It was Gone, a sTRange pEripheral ThINg that MAde her eYES gO widE.

"Did you see that?"

"See WHaT?" george glanced bAck.

"The TrOLl CABin."

"whaT?"

"We just pasSeD the tROll cabiN."

"noT POSsiBLe."

"Then we just pAssed a cabin THat Looked ExActLY like tHe troLl CAbiN."

"Not impossiBle, bUt very unlIkely."

"YOU didn't sEE it?"

"Nope."

"freddy, Did You See iT?"

"diDn'T seE iT, sugARpLum."

"wEll, i saw it, anD iT wAs the TrolL CABIn."

"DiD it Have A dock?"

"the exact same dOck."

"was tHEre A wet tRoll oN the DoCk?"

"MayBe. I'm noT sure. we'Re going pretty faSt."

"Is There any sMokEd FisH lEft?" asKEd GeorGe. "THat clark BaR made me HUngRy."

"bUT WhAt about the troll cabIn?"

"gUEsS it's just AnotheR TrOlL Cabin. MayBe TheY all LOOk the Same." gEoRge adjusTed his MIrRoRed sungLaSses anD tUrnEd oN the sPEedbOat steReo systeM. "Sure YOu don't wanna try A Little waterskIInG ON tHE way BacK?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. i jusT WannA get HOmE."

ThE First Song tO bLAsT From the boat speakers WaS The VeNtureS playing "Wipe OUt," with the rATA-Tat-tat of A snaRE dRUm mixed with the TwangY buzz of eleCTric guitArs.

"SuRf music," mUttered StELLa, "that fiGurEs."

"WHat, tooTS?"

"cOmE ON, WENRY." GeorGE PushEd The boat ThrOttle up To tHe nOtcH laBeLed MAX. The Engines rOaReD aNd The Boat aCCelerateD. "PaRTy TiME!" georgE Stood uP on thE seaT aNd STarTed to daNCe tHE SwiM.

"HeY, mAYBe YOu ShOULD sIT DowN WhILE YOU'rE DRIVING tHE boAT." STeLlA shouteD, but the roar of ThE outboard mOtOrs And the LOUd surf muSic made it impossible to heAR anythiNg. "MaYBE
 doomsday machine that cou ld possibl e des tro y t he  ent ireworld! And Ste l la S ky is his public relat ionsma n ager ;  s he ha ndles t h et e lev is io n a pp e ar ances , n ational  magazineint er views and of f ic ial press— 

S omething swe ptby tha tint e rrupt edStell a's tr a in ofthought;it was th e re andt h en  itwas gone, a stran g ep eripheral thin g that  m a de h ereye s go wide. 
"Didy ou seet ha t ? " 

" S ee what?" Geo rge glanced bac k.

"T he  tr o ll cab in."
" W hat ?"

"We jus t pa ssed thetrollc abin.""Not po ssible ."
"T henw eju stpa s sed acab i n t hat look ed  e xactl y li k e t he t rol l ca bin." 

"Not imposs ibl e, b u t v ery u nlike ly." 
"Youdidn't  seeit ?"

"Nope."

"F redd y, did yo u s ee  it ?" 

"Di d n't se e i t,Sugarpl um."

" W ell ,I s aw  it, and it was th et r ol l cabin. "

"Di d  i th ave a do ck ?"
"Th e exact  sam e  d ock."

" Was th e re  a  wet tr ol l on t he  do ck? "

"M a ybe.  I'm n ot sure.  We'r e  going prettyf ast."

"Is th e re a ny smok edfish left?"  ask e d Ge orge .  " Tha t  Clar k Bar  m a de me hungry."

"But w ha t abou t the  troll cabin? "

"Guessi t ' s just a noth e rt roll cabin. Ma ybe t hey all lo o k the sa me."George a djusted h i s  mirrore d s ung las ses a nd  turned on th e spee db oat ste reo  system . " Sur e y oudo n't wanna  try a l it tl ewa ter skiin g  on thewa y b ac k?" 

"Ye a h, I'm  sure . Iju st wan na geth om e . "

T he  f irst  so ng  to b last fro m the b oat speak ers wasTh eVenture s playing "Wi pe  Out," wit hthe  rata- t a t-tat of  a snare drum mixed wit h  the tw ang y buz z of  electric  gu itars. 

" S urf mu sic,"mutte re d S t e lla," t ha t f ig ures."

"W h a t,Toots ?" 

"C OME ON,  WENRY." George pu s hed  the boat thr ott le u p to  th e  n o tch  l a bel e d  MAX. The engin es roaredan d  t he boat ac c ele ra ted. "P ARTY TI ME!"G eorge s tood up o n the sea tands t art ed to danc e The Sw im.

"HEY ,  MAYB E  Y OU SH OUL D SITDO WNWHILE  YOU'R E  DR IVING  THE B OA T." St ellash outed, b ut the roar of the outb oard m otors  an d the lou d s u rfmusic mad e it  impossibl e t o h ear a nyt h ing."MAY B E
 doomsday_machine that_could possible destroy the_entire world!_And_Stella Sky_is_his public relations_manager; she handles_the television appearances, national_magazine interviews and_official_press—

Something swept by that interrupted Stella's train of thought; it was there and then_it_was gone,_a_strange_peripheral thing that made her_eyes go wide.

"Did you see_that?"

"See what?"_George glanced back.

"The troll cabin."

"What?"

"We just passed the_troll_cabin."

"Not possible."

"Then we_just passed a cabin that looked exactly like the_troll cabin."

"Not impossible, but very unlikely."

"You_didn't see it?"

"Nope."

"Freddy,_did_you_see it?"

"Didn't see it,_Sugarplum."

"Well, I saw it, and it_was the troll cabin."

"Did it have_a dock?"

"The exact same dock."

"Was there a_wet troll on the dock?"

"Maybe. I'm_not sure. We're going pretty_fast."

"Is there_any smoked fish left?" asked_George. "That Clark_Bar made_me hungry."

"But what_about the troll cabin?"

"Guess it's just_another troll cabin._Maybe they all look the same."_George_adjusted his mirrored_sunglasses_and_turned on_the speedboat stereo_system._"Sure you_don't_wanna try a little waterskiing on_the_way back?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. I just wanna_get home."

The first song_to_blast from the boat_speakers was The Ventures playing_"Wipe Out," with the rata-tat-tat of_a snare_drum mixed_with the twangy buzz of electric guitars.

"Surf music," muttered Stella, "that_figures."

"What, Toots?"

"COME ON, WENRY." George pushed_the boat throttle up_to the_notch_labeled MAX. The_engines_roared and_the boat accelerated. "PARTY TIME!" George stood_up on_the seat and started to dance_The Swim.

"HEY, MAYBE YOU_SHOULD_SIT DOWN WHILE YOU'RE DRIVING THE_BOAT." Stella shouted, but the roar_of the outboard motors and_the_loud_surf music made it impossible_to hear anything. "MAYBE