Sabrina scowled.
Nevertheless, the other dwarfs cheered and raced for their subway car. The girls and their group followed. As they climbed aboard, Mr. One opened the conductor's door at the front of the car and stepped inside the control room. The rest of the dwarfs hurried to different parts of the train car. Mr. Two and Mr. Six made sure everyone got into a comfortable seat while Mr. Five and Mr. Three opened a couple panels on the wall. Inside each panel was a bright yellow handle. The dwarfs each pulled one down and suddenly there was a loud hiss and the train doors closed. Mr. One's voice came over the loudspeaker. "All passengers, welcome to the D train. Please, no eating, drinking, or playing loud music while onboard. Next stop… well, I guess we're just going to have to see. All right, everyone. Hold onto something! We're going express."
The train car suddenly surged forward, sending the little men tumbling and skidding across the floor. Sabrina and Daphne helped them to their feet, then grabbed onto the pole in the center of the car to steady themselves. They looked out the windows and saw they were rocketing through the tunnels.
"You wouldn't happen to know a Mr. Seven would you?" Daphne asked Mr. Two.
"He's my brother," the dwarf said.
"We know him. He lives in Ferryport Landing," Sabrina said.
Mr. Two frowned. "Well, next time you see him, remind him he owes me twenty bucks."
"What's with the balloon?" Mr. Five asked Sabrina as he lifted his little blue toboggan hat out of his eyes.
"It is King Puck's medicinal vessel!" Moth said indignantly.
"Smells like the N train coming back from Coney Island," Mr. Four grumbled.
Mr. Six snatched a walkie-talkie off his belt and held it to his mouth. "Kenny, this is Mr. Six. I'm in train 499. Have there been any unusual sightings in the tunnels today?"
A voice on the other end grunted. "You mean like six little people driving a stolen subway car through the system?"
Mr. Six scowled and turned to the group. "Kenny's a human.
We trust him-helped get him the job with the MTA-but he's a pain in the morning."
"Especially when he hasn't had his coffee," Mr. Four added.
"Kenny, I'm talking about fairies," Mr. Six said into the device. "You know, anyone report seeing a flying person with wings?"
There was silence on the other end and then Kenny responded. "Actually, there's a report of an incident at the Fifty-ninth Street station. Some woman claimed she saw an angel in the tunnel."
"Sounds like our fairy. When did it happen?" Bess asked.
Mr. Six repeated the question into his walkie-talkie.
"Five minutes ago," Kenny said.
"All right, pal, I'm on the 6 line coming up on Spring Street. I need to jump to the F line at Broadway-Lafayette."
"Thanks for the warning," Kenny said grumpily.
"Kenny, just do it!" Mr. Six shouted into the walkie-talkie. In no time, the train was racing into the Broadway-Lafayette station, where it jumped onto an intersecting track, forcing the car to make a hairpin turn. Nearly everyone fell out of their seat and onto the floor.
"Cobweb is lucky you guys are going to catch him," Mr. Two said, as he helped everyone back into their seats. "If we caught him down here we'd teach him a lesson he wouldn't soon forget. The tunnels belong to us."
"Like anyone else would want them, half-breed," Moth sneered.
"You'll be singing a different tune when we strike it rich down here," Mr. Four said as he scratched his sideburns. "There's diamonds down here somewhere. I can smell 'em. All we have to do is find them."
Mr. Six raised his hand for quiet and held his walkie-talkie to his mouth. "Kenny, Six here again. I need you to divert us to the uptown A track at West Fourth Street."
The car was suddenly diverted again and whipped through the next tunnel so fast Sabrina was sure they would derail.
"I got him!" Mr. One shouted over the loud speaker.
Everyone raced to join him at the front of the car. There, flying directly in front of the train, was Cobweb. He turned back to look at them and Sabrina saw his face. It was angry and desperate. His wings began to beat even harder and he zipped ahead into the tunnel.
"He's getting away, fool!" Moth cried. "Can't you make this thing go faster?"
"You got it!" One shouted.
The train car zipped through the tunnels, taking turns at blistering speeds. It slammed through one station after another, blasting waiting passengers with wind that blew their newspapers and coffee cups out of their hands. All the time, Mr. Six barked orders to Kenny on his walkie-talkie that sent the train jumping onto different lines. More than once they nearly collided with another train. If the constant near crashes bothered the dwarfs, they didn't show it. In fact, they seemed bored by the whole experience.
Cobweb was almost impossible to catch. He could easily switch to a different tunnel, or backtrack the way he came before the train car had a chance to maneuver. Still, the dwarfs did a good job of keeping up.
Just as they seemed almost on top of the fairy, there was a loud thump on the roof of the car.
The dwarfs looked at one another with serious expressions.
"What?" Mr. Canis growled.
Mr. Four held his finger to his lips urging him to be quiet. After a few seconds, there was another loud thump.
Mr. Five looked to the roof. "Uh oh."
"What's uh oh?" Granny cried.
"Yahoos," Five replied.
"Yahoos? What's a Yahoo?" Daphne asked.
"Dirty lunatics that keep invading our tunnels. Gulliver should have never brought them over here!" Mr. Six complained.
"You mean Gulliver? The Gulliver from
Gulliver's Travels?"
Sabrina asked.
"The same. He felt sorry for the little heathens and tried to civilize them by bringing them to the United States. They took over the Bowery and were happy enough playing in punk rock bands and working in coffee shops-you know, being worthless slackers-but now the neighborhood is being taken over by boutiques and health food stores. So they're in search of new turf and have been eyeing the tunnels all year."
There was another loud thump and one of the glass windows shattered. A thick, hairy hand reached into the car from outside. Mr. Six swatted at it. "Dirty, stinking slackers. Go find another neighborhood. Haven't you ever heard of Brooklyn?"
Then the entire train started rocking back and forth. Loud hooting and hollering could be heard, followed by more of the frightening pounding on the train.
"They're trying to derail us!" Mr. One shouted from his conductor seat. "If they keep rocking this train we're going to jump right off the tracks and slam into the wall."
"That's bad, isn't it?" Daphne asked the little men. They all nodded.
"I've got an idea!" Mr. Two said. "But you're not going to like it. Let's slam on the brakes." The rest of the men stared at him.
"You're right, we don't like it," Mr. Six said. "We'll just derail ourselves."
"That's the idea!" Mr. Two cried. "We whip the car into South Ferry Station and then slam on the brakes."
"South Ferry is the end of the line, you imbecile!" Mr. Five shouted. "If we can't stop we'll crash."
"Even if we can stop, the train will probably catch on fire," Mr. Three cried. "The brakes can't handle the strain."
Another window shattered in the back of the train car.
Mr. Two shrugged. "It doesn't look like we have much choice. We can slam into the wall and get mangled in twisted metal or save ourselves but possibly die a fiery death."
"You fools cannot be serious," Mr. Canis said, rising to his feet. "Stop the train now, and I will get out and take care of these little parasites."