“Talk about stealing someone’s thunder,” said Sylvie.
Georgia closed one eye as she fitted the peanut butter ball into the sling. “If someone steals your thunder, you better give them the storm.”
Bam!
This time, Sylvie didn’t blink.
Shards that looked like glass exploded. A moment later, a silvery dragon the size of an airplane burst out. Strings of sticky saliva dripped off its teeth as it peered into Caron’s kitchen.
“Something tells me peanut butter isn’t the only thing dragons like to eat,” said Flora.
Caron dove behind a speed rack. Feathers flew through the air as the roosters tried to escape.
“Ladies and gentleman. Please … ah … stay calm. We’ll have this matter … ah … sorted shortly,” said the announcer.
“I knew this would happen. Zotteré pazzo!” someone cried. Sylvie suspected it was the woman she’d spoken to.
Billows of smoke puffed out as the dragon circled Caron’s kitchen.
“That thing is like a dog with a steak at his feet,” said Georgia.
Georgia was right. Another minute and it would probably turn Caron’s skybox into a bucket of fried chicken. This wasn’t part of the plan.
Sylvie grabbed another peanut butter ball. “We have to distract it.”
“Got it.” Georgia fitted the ball into the sling.
Flora stared at the three remaining peanut butter balls. “I think you better whip up some more, Sylvie.”
“What about the epic stomachache?” asked Sylvie.
Flora eyed the creature clinging to the side of Caron’s kitchen. “I get the feeling that guy could wipe out an entire grocery store and still have room for dessert.”
“Yeah.” Sylvie stared up at it. “I think you’re right.”
“Well, if that’s the case, let’s give him what he wants,” said Georgia. “Hey you … overgrown lizard. It’s lunchtime!” Georgia sent the peanut butter ball sailing up into the sky.
The dragon swung its head around and snapped it up.
Sylvie grabbed the rest of the Pep Powder, dumped it into the jar of peanut butter, and reached for the sack of snoozing honey packets.
Thumps echoed out, like kernels of popcorn bursting open.
“Sounds like they’re awake,” said Georgia.
Sylvie rolled up her sleeves. “You just worry about the dragon. I’ll deal with the bees.”
“We’ve got company!” Flora pointed up.
The chiseled figure was now circling overhead. Sylvie could see its claws glinting like swords.
Georgia grabbed another ball. “One Happy Meal coming up!”
Sylvie peered at the judges’ table, hoping to spot LeGrande coming down. But the giant golden whisk was still anchored next to it.
She had to keep going. Sylvie shoved her hand into the stirring bag. “Ouch!” The bees weren’t just awake. They were angry. Sylvie felt another jab and yanked her arm away. “I need you to buy me a few minutes.” Sylvie handed Georgia another peanut butter ball. “We’re down to two. So, make him work for them.”
“You got it.” Georgia glared up at the dragon. “Want more? Then let’s play fetch.”
