'Hmph. OK, Sir Lumpalot,' says Stobey, 'now that you're here, would
you and Kick-Pow like to join us in our visit to the Midway?'
Sir Lumpalot gives a whoop. Kick-Pow bucks. A short one, so as not
to jolt his rider.
'We sure would.'
'Then let's go!'
Through the gate they all troop.
The Midway is spread out before them. Bright and blinking lights,
twisting and colored streamers, rainbow colored balls, all flashing,
floating and bouncing hither and yon. Slutter dashes to a little stall and
picks up three darts. One at a time, he aims them carefully at a red
balloon on the far wall. He throws the darts. The third dart strikes and
breaks the balloon. A robot pops up from behind the counter and hands
Slutter a tiny toy space ship.
'What's this,' Slutter laughs. 'I don't need a toy spaceship. I have a real
one, all my own.'
He puts the toy spaceship into his pocket for his baby brother, and joins
his friends again. On they go.
They try different games of skill and take rides in models of pilot's seats
on space racers. Time passes quickly.
As they turn a corner out of the gate from one ride, they hear a hollow
booming sound followed immediately by a piercing screech.
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