Monster Blood IV

6

Conan let out an angry cry. And grabbed the front of Evan’s coat.

“I–I didn’t do it!” Evan sputtered.

“It came out of your squirt gun,” Conan replied. His big hands tightened on the coat. He tugged, lifting Evan off the ground.

“What are you going to do?” Evan shrieked.

“Hey — what’s up?” Andy came trotting out from the house.

Conan let Evan drop to the ground.

Evan stumbled but quickly caught his balance.

“Evan is teaching Conan a lesson,” Kermit reported.

Evan gave his cousin a hard shove. “I’m warning you, Kermit….”

Conan eyed Andy suspiciously. “What’s in your hand?” he demanded.

Evan turned as Andy held up her hand. She gripped a small blue plastic can.

“No—!” Evan gasped. “Andy — is that the empty one?”

She shook her head, an evil grin on her face. “Not empty. This one is full.”

Evan took a step back. “Get rid of it, Andy.”

Kermit reached for the can. “It’s the real stuff? Let me see it,” he demanded eagerly.

“Are you crazy?” Evan cried. “Why did you bring that here, Andy? You know how dangerous it is.”

Andy’s brown eyes flashed excitedly. She didn’t say a word. Instead, she raised the blue can and started to pull off the lid.

“Nooo!” Evan wailed. “Have you totally lost it?”

Andy grinned at him.

“Don’t open it!” Evan pleaded. “Please — don’t open it!”

With a grunt, Conan stepped forward and swiped the can from Andy. “Let me see this stuff,” he growled.

He raised the can in front of his face — and pulled off the lid.