Ghosthunters and the Totally Moldy Baroness! by Cornelia Funke

Author:Cornelia Funke [Funke, Cornelia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-0-545-40602-4
Publisher: Scholastic Inc.
Published: 2011-10-15T16:00:00+00:00

“Now!” cried Tom.

Hetty Hyssop drove the spike into the snow with all her might and threw the HID plug at Jaspara once again. This time, though, it didn’t land in her mouth but wrapped itself, together with its cable, around her throat. The metal spike flew after it and lay on her chest like a piece of strange jewelry.

Slowly, very slowly, the spike began to glow.

“Aaaaargh!” shrieked Jaspara, tearing through the cable with one jerk and hurling both pieces into the snow. Reeling, she got back to her feet.

“She’s already too powerful!” cried Hetty Hyssop. “Let’s hope the HID had a chance to work.”

The Worms were still crouching in the snow. Horrified, they looked up at the Baroness as she came floating toward them with a horrible grin.

“Look!” Tom shouted. “It has worked! She’s shrinking! She’s shriveling up again!”

And it was true: The Baroness was becoming smaller. Steaming, her pale limbs started to shrivel, whilst the snow all around her turned into a bluish shimmering slush.

“Aaaaargh!” she screeched angrily, raising herself into the air and floating toward the poor Worms yet again.

“The Tiny Biting Ghosts!” cried Hetty Hyssop. “Quick, Tom, let them out!”

The TIBIGs. Of course! Tom cursed himself for not having remembered them earlier. With trembling hands he wrenched off his backpack. The Worms were running zigzag across the courtyard again, but their legs could barely carry them, and the Baroness was gaining on them, laughing mockingly.

“Come on out, you lot!” cried Tom, shaking the backpack. “Out, you little beasts!”

The net full of TIBIGs dropped into the snow. Tom tore the net apart, and the little ghosts made off in all directions, growling and snapping.

The Baroness looked around in horror.

“Aaaaargh!” she screeched. “Cursed ghost-eaters!” Angrily she tried to shake off the little beasts, but they had already bitten their way through her flowing ghostly robes. They almost sounded like a pack of tiny dogs as they snapped at her pale limbs, yelping and gnashing their jaws triumphantly. The Baroness flailed at them with her riding crop, but that made the TIBIGs even angrier. They bit whole chunks out of the bigger ghost until the already moldy Baroness looked like a slice of Swiss cheese. Mrs. Worm watched with delighted horror, till her husband grasped her hand and made her run with him toward the two ghosthunters. “Will the little — hic — things eat her up?” asked Mrs. Worm hopefully while she hid behind Hetty Hyssop.

“Unfortunately not,” Hetty Hyssop replied. “But they’ll divert her attention away from us for a while. So let’s get a move on. With a bit of luck, she won’t get rid of the little ghosts until we’re safely back in the armory.”

Their legs were as heavy as lead when they started running again. Snow swirled into their eyes, the castle’s main door seemed miles away, and they could still hear the Baroness’s furious screeching behind them. When Tom took a quick look back, her head was just dropping into the snow, but she angrily

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