After we'd busted our sides laughing, we blew out of there, and now we're hiding. Again.
Us: roughly 200. Hard to tell with all the parts flying.
Them: 0
Take that, you whitecoat schmucks. Now you owe California a new Hollywood sign.
- Fang, somewhere in the West
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Kewl dude 326 said...
O man Fang thats so awesome, i mean when u guys popped all the flyboys. i would a been bustin my gut 2. Keep flyin, man.
Sugargrrl said...
Dear Fang,
I'm so glad your alright. I hate those flyboys and hope they all crash and burn. If u need a place to stay in Roanoke, Virginia, just e-mail me.
Heather said...
We should all make posses and search everywhere for labs and Schools and stuff! There are millions and millions of kids in the world, and we can fix what the grown-ups have polluted and destroyed! Landfills and oil slicks and endangered species and wiping out forests and driving gas hogs and not caring about the environment and not caring about animals! Their time of destroying everything is over! It's time for Green Kids to unite!
Heather Schmidt
President, GreenKidsforaGreenerPlanet.org
Streetfightr said...
Us kidz got 2 take over! De groneups hav recked everything! Dere destroyin r whole planet! De kidz shuld run everything! Dey want us 2 b quiet! We won't b quiet no more!
Brooklyn
1:20 PM
Chen Wei said...
Fang, I was wondering: do u have a girlfriend?
Hong Kong
P.S. I am 15 years old but look younger.
Carlos said...
I say we burn all the science labs! Make all the grown-ups into slaves!
Texas
Anonymous said...
Carlos, no, that's stupid. We need science. Science isn't bad by itself. It's just bad when bad people use it to do bad things. We can do good things with science. Like feed the world. I don't want to make all grown-ups slaves. My parents are grown-ups, but they're all right.
Concerned Future Scientist
Louisiana
Adide said...
I am afraid the grown-ups are going to destroy our planet. I want them to stop. I wish they would use science to make better crops and make more rain. Instead of bombs, they should make more schoolbooks for children.
Uganda
cobra said...
Fang, i think i saw u guyz flyin u wuz over my uncles deli in Lincoln Park.
Chicago
Dita said...
I can't believe you and Max split up! You guys should stick together! Now I'm even more worried about all of you! Be extra careful!
Mumbai
6:08 PM
Sean said...
Fang, I want to be a bird kid. I don't care what it takes. I would go through anything to be able to fly and be with the flock. Tell me where to meet you. I want to join you today.
Manchester, England
Sue P said...
I want to join too! I would love to have wings but think it's too late for me. It would hurt. But I will fight for you on the ground! Just tell me where and when!
Palm Beach
Fang turned off the computer after wading through thousands of messages like these. Max didn't think the blog could help, but he was sure it could. He bet he could raise an army of a hundred thousand...ordinary kids, who might be brave and committed, but who would have zero fighting skills and would quickly be slaughtered.
He sighed and lay back, resting his head on one arm. This leader stuff sucked.
My miniflock was doing all right, thanks to Angel. For future reference, here are some things you can do if you're a six-year-old genetic anomaly with the ability to control other people's minds:
1) Get business-class tickets for yourself and three other genetic anomalies, plus a dog, on British Airways.
2) Convince airport security that your talking Scottie is a service dog and therefore allowed everywhere, including the ladies' room, which frankly I was not thrilled about.
3) Make people not really notice the hulking, butt-ugly, damaged Eraser loping at your side.
4) Once on board, help people think it's normal for a dog to get his own seat and meals.
5) Arrange for us to each have three meals at a time. First-class meals, not that crap they serve to the poor schmucks in Economy.
"Total!" I whispered. "People have to pass you to get to the bathroom. Quit growling."
"Sorry," he muttered. "They're getting too close to my steak. Speaking of which, could you cut it into little pieces?"
I leaned over and quickly cut up the steak on Total's tray. I saw Angel grinning at me, and I couldn't help grinning back. Yes, my flock had been split apart: Half of my family was AWOL. We were homeless and on the run, as per usual. We were going to a strange place with no idea of what to do once we got there. And we were trapped in a big sardine can with a bunch of strangers who I was praying weren't Erasers or whitecoats.
And yet.
"Nice chairs," Ari said, patting the arms with his clawed, oversize paws.
"This is kind of fun," said Angel. She gave a little bounce in her seat and started flicking through her movies on demand.
"Max?" Nudge whispered from across the aisle. "Do you think these people are okay?" She nodded back at the other passengers.
"I hope so," I said, keeping my voice down. "But I'm not positive. I wouldn't put it past them for this all to be a setup, and we're surrounded by whitecoats who are going to turn on us. But Angel hasn't picked up anything, like, no evil intent coming from anyone on the plane. So I'm hoping it's okay."
"I've never been on a plane," Nudge said.
"None of us have. It's kind of weird, huh?"
"Yeah. It's really comfortable. These chairs turn into beds, you know? And the little TV and the magazines and the food and people getting you stuff."
I nodded. We were pretty dang pampered. I mean, compared with our usual glamorous life of sleeping in subway tunnels and eating out of trash cans.
"But it seems weird to be up in the air and not...outside, you know? And I miss-" She stopped, biting her lip.
"Me too," I said quietly. "But I'm sure they're fine. And I'm sure we'll see them again soon." Because I was going to track them down like dogs after my mission was over. I was gonna rag on Fang about this for the rest of his life. He couldn't get rid of me that easily.
"I hope nothing goes wrong with this plane," Nudge whispered. "It seems kind of...unnatural for a machine to be, like, up in the air. I don't get how it's staying up."
"It's got honking big engines on it," I said, decisively clarifying the situation for her in my leaderly way. "But I tell you what-if something happens to this plane, the four of us will be the ones who make it."
Nudge's face cleared. "Oh, yeah. I didn't think of that."
"Now, rest up before our British invasion."