“We have to save her,” said Angelica.
“Obviously,” said Daphne.
“Bowshots!” said Arnulf.
“You brought your bow,” replied Daphne, “which you don’t own?”
“We could make a catapult out of trash,” said Tom, looking around. 1,956 more words
It was easy, as it turned out. Aside from (1) avoiding Limpy Month near the stair door, (2) waiting twenty minutes for Timms to decide which pieces of junk to drag into his workshop to transform into something useful or magical, and (3) extricating Cloudius’s foot from a puppy-sized rat scorpion lizard, they got in, got what they wanted and got out to Giordano’s. 1,572 more words