Revenge of the Invisible Boy by R L Stine

Author:R L Stine [Stine, R L]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781338355727
Publisher: Scholastic Inc.
Published: 2019-10-15T07:00:00+00:00

“All you have to do is tickle him,” Miss Barlow said. “That works every time, doesn’t it, Mr. Schein?”

“Every time,” he said.

She reached out both hands and moved her fingers, tickling the air. “Tickle, tickle!” she cried.

Mr. Schein joined in, making tickling motions with both hands.

Then both teachers walked off, laughing.

They stopped at the corner and turned back to us. “Where did Frankie’s voice come from?” Mr. Schein shouted. “Oh, I know. From your phone, right?”

“Very clever,” Miss Barlow said.

They crossed the street and faded from sight.

“They didn’t believe us,” Melody said. “Sorry, Frankie.”

“Yeah. Sorry, Frankie,” Ari said sarcastically. “But I’ve got to get home.” He climbed onto his bike. “Glad you liked my mom’s lemonade!” He tossed back his head and hee-hawed like a donkey. Then he furiously pedaled away.

“He poisoned me,” I said. “And then he just rides away laughing his head off!”

“You tried to poison him,” Melody replied. “What if your plan had worked? How bad would you feel if you made Ari invisible, and he couldn’t come back?”

“Not very,” I said.

“I just thought of something,” Eduardo said. “Tomorrow is Class Photo Day at school.”

“You’re kidding me!” I cried. “Tell me that isn’t true. I’m going to be invisible in my class photo?”

“Maybe you’ll come back before tomorrow,” Eduardo said.

“Maybe I won’t,” I said. “It isn’t fair. It just isn’t fair. Who wants to be invisible in his class photo?”

They both stared at where they thought I was standing. They didn’t know what to say.

I let out a long moan. I couldn’t help it. I was getting really upset. Being invisible had been a lot of fun for an hour. A lot of laughs.

But I didn’t feel like laughing anymore. It was time to get back to my real life. I moaned again. “What am I going to do?” I cried.

“Go back to Mystical Marvin,” Melody said.

“Yeah. She’s right,” Eduardo chimed in. “He’s the only one who can bring you back.”

“We should have thought of it sooner,” Melody said. “He’ll know exactly what to do.”

“You can stop being upset,” Eduardo said. “He’ll get you back in no time.”

I hesitated. “But … he’ll know I stole some of his formula. Maybe he’ll be too angry to help me.”

“That’s dumb,” Melody said. “He’ll help you even if he is angry. He’ll feel sorry for you.”

“Let’s go to the theater,” Eduardo said. He pulled my bike up from the grass and waited for me to climb on.

I sat down and curled my hands around the handlebars. “I’m starting to feel better,” I said. “You’re right. We should have thought of this sooner.”

Melody and Eduardo climbed onto their bikes and we began to ride toward the Town Center. It was nearly dinnertime. Cars jammed the streets. Evening rush hour. People driving home after their jobs.

Of course, we got a lot of attention from people in cars. We were riding single file along the curb. My bike was in the middle. People saw the pedals moving up and down—but no one on the bike.

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