Beware! It's Friday the 13th by Kate McMullan

Author:Kate McMullan
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Penguin USA, Inc.

FLAMER OF THE MONTH: Snagglefahng!

Snagglefahng Suggarlump was born mean. But when he lost his four front fangs in a freak peanut-brittle accident, he became even meaner. Now he makes up for his lack of scary fangs by flaming first and asking questions later.

Lots of dragons have perfect front fangs. But Snagglefahng has suffered. He’s real! He’s had to flame and claw his way up to #1 Wicked. That’s why he’s our Flamer of the Month. Hey, Snaggy, hope you get the guy back—but good!

“Brother Dave!” said Wiglaf. “You cannot go to meet this wicked dragon!”

“Why not?” cried Torblad. “I say let him go! Then the dragon won’t come after us!”

“I shalt goeth,” said Brother Dave. “But I can stayeth a moment if any of thee wisheth to checketh out a book.”

“Oh, gosh!” exclaimed Gwen. She pulled a book from a shelf. “We have this in the palace library at Gargglethorp!” She held the cover face out: Peanut Brittle Made the Old, Difficult Way with Hours of Standing over a Steaming Hot Cauldron, Stirring Ceaselessly and Sweating Like a Pig.

“Doest thou now?” Brother Dave beamed. “’Twas written by all the Little Brothers. I helpeth to letter it myself.”

“No kidding!” said Janice, leaning over the book.

“I kiddeth you not,” said Brother Dave. “My order selleth this book, as well as our brittle, to maketh our meager living.”

“My mother, the Queen, would never stand over a hot cauldron,” Erica said.

“Mine doesn’t either, silly,” said Gwen. “We have a palace brittle baker.”

Torblad gave a sudden shriek from where he sat, looking out the library window. All turned to see what ailed him.

“Look! In the sky!” Torblad wailed. “It’s the dragon! He’s coming! We’re doomed!”

Wiglaf ran to the window. Far to the west, he made out a small, dark shape flapping its wings against the sky, still many miles away. Was it truly Snagglefahng?

“I can’t believe it!” cried Janice. “First a ghost and now a dragon!”

“To arms!” cried Erica.

“To what?” said Gwen.

Erica rolled her eyes. “It means get your weapon! We must fight Snagglefahng.”

“But we have no weapons,” Gwen said.

The other princesses nodded.

“We are doomed!” cried Torblad, in case anyone had forgotten. “Doomed!”

“Back to the dorm!” Erica called. “We’ll get our swords. Then I’ll think of something for the lasses!”

Everyone raced down the 427 stairs from the library. Brother Dave hurried after them.

Back in the Class I dorm room, Wiglaf reached under his cot and pulled out his sword, Surekill. It had been a gift from the wizard Zelnoc. But could he use it? He hated the sight of blood. Even hearing of a bloody battle made him feel sick. Yet he had to help Brother Dave! He stuck Surekill into his belt.

He hurried over to Erica. She had changed into her old DSA uniform.

“How shall we fight this dragon?” he asked her as she stuck her silvery Sir Lancelot look-alike sword into its scabbard.

“Why don’t you go ask Gwen?” Erica snapped. “Maybe she’ll have a clever idea.”

“Come on, Erica,” he said, but she was still mad.

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