World Chase

“HELP!” shouted Kirsten into the phone, “Our balloon is falling and we’re right above you – you’ve got to help us!”

Dom Ruttedge looked up at them.

“Get me a rope and a hook!” he shouted.

Dom Ruttedge took the rope and tied a large fishing hook to it. He then threw the rope up 

to Team Williams’s balloon. It caught onto the basket. Suddenly, another metal plate fell 

into the balloon, nearly hitting Kirsten’s face. Team PXL31 was trying to kill them!

“Okay kids, just put your hands around the rope and slide!” cried Dom.

First Keith, then Kirsten and Kevin, slid down the rope to the safety of Dom Ruttedge’s 

balloon. Only Kelly was left in the balloon. “HELP!” she cried.

“Slide down the rope!” said Dom.

Everything was fine, until 

halfway through the night, she woke up to find that her blanket had gotten quite a bit… 

fuzzier? She felt around inside her now fuzzy blanket and realized that it was also a little bit 

more crowded than usual. Was Keith in there? He had a fuzzy jacket.

She felt around some more. No, Keith wasn’t in there. Suddenly, she heard a squeal, like 

that of a pig. She looked inside, only to find about fifteen pairs of eyes looking right at her.

“AAAAAAH!!!” she screamed.

“SQUEAL!” squeaked the wild rodents who had made their home in her sleeping bag.

One of the largest cliffs was from the summit, down to a flat meadow.

“We’ll just have to jump,” said Cal.

So they did. They all jumped. All except Mike, that was.

“Mike, jump down!” said Cal.

“What?” said Mike. “That’s almost fifteen feet down. I’m not jumping from here!”

“Oh, come on! The rest of us have all done it, why can’t you?” asked Cal.

“Actually, I haven’t either,” said a voice from above. Vincent was still up there as well.

“Hello! Who is this?” asked Kirsten.

“Hi, honey. It’s me, your mom. I have some bad news, and I’m sorry I have to deliver it

to you during the middle of your race, but Muffintins?”

“My cat?”

“Yes, honey. Muffintins. You know how old she was.”

“Was? Don’t you mean is?” asked Kirsten.

“No, honey. Was. Yesterday, around noon, she died. I’m sorry.”

“NOOOOOO!” shouted Kirsten