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Prologue I 

 
 
Let me tell you about He Who Would Save Us . . .
 
It was said that he would come. But when it happened, it wasn’t a man in a huge silver plane as I always thought it would be. No, it was a boy who rode on the backs of crocodiles. It was a boy who saved my poor old friends and brought peace once again to The House of Eternal Rest.
 
The boy’s golden hair was nearly black with mud as he dog-paddled with an unthinkable energy up the White Nile. His journey had started weeks before, deep in the base of a mysterious pyramid, thousands of miles north from where he now swam.
 
He didn’t come alone. Following him along the shore was a tired but determined group of monsters, children, and one adult. All of these people—each one his friend—desperately wanted to stop him, for they didn’t realize he had great work to do, a great mission to fulfill.
 
He Who Would Save Us ignored his friends as they struggled to keep up with him along the riverbank. He gasped and wheezed as he pushed against the current, ignoring their incessant meddling.
 
“Chris!” yelled the pale man in the suit who led the group on the shore. “You have to stop!”
 
Behind the pale man in the suit, whom I would come to know as Director Z, the monsters nodded in agreement as they ran. There were seven monsters in all: a waterlogged zombie, a werewolf, a vampire, a Bigfoot, a banshee, a swamp creature, and a small cat-faced lizard creature who I was told came from the moon. Four children, the same age as He Who Would Save Us, struggled to keep up. All of them pleaded for the boy to return to the shore.
 
“I have to go,” the boy yelled between strokes. “I have to go south.”
 
He Who Would Save Us was crazed, his eyes wide open, his mouth crooked but determined. He swam like no human should ever be able to swim, using the strength given to him by his power stone—the same power stone that called him to my people.
 
As he swam, a crocodile slunk into the water.
 
Seeing the reptiles, the scaly green swamp creature, who went by the name of Gil, jumped into the churning brown water.
 
SNAP!
 
Powerful crocodile jaws nearly crushed the skull of the swamp creature.
 
Let him go! I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t let him or his friends know that I was watching.
 
“You’ve been in the water for at least thirty miles,” Gil said to our young savior. “Time to get out before you get some kind of weird river rot.”
 
“Gil!” Director Z yelled from the shore. His black suit coat was wrinkled from running, but there wasn’t a drop of sweat. “Bring him up here at once. We have to figure out what to do with him. He’s gone mad.”
 
“Yes, Boss,” said Gil. “I’m happy to get out of here!” He burst out of the water with the boy before the crocodile could charge again.
 
“Nooooo!” He Who Would Save Us screeched. “Must go south! Now! Let me go!”
 
The gang of monsters surrounded him at the riverbank and pulled him up the shore.
 
He Who Would Save Us struggled to push the monsters away. But they were young and strong, unlike the demented residents of The House of Eternal Rest.
 
“I have to do this,” he said, frothing at the mouth like a hungry hyena. “Let me do this. It’s already been long enough.”
 
But they held him down.
 
The children, out of breath, finally reached the monsters.
 
“Guys, slow down!” the boy called Shane said. “We can barely keep up.”
 
“Yeah, well, we almost lost him,” said the werewolf, who was called Pietro. He Who Would Save Us tried to run again, but the large, woolly Bigfoot named Roy held him down tightly.
 
“LEEEET ME GOOOOOO!” he yelled.
 
“Shhhhhh!” scolded Director Z. “You’re making the crocodiles hungry.”
 
“That crocodile looked hungry already,” said the athletic boy, Gordon. He flexed his biceps and peered out over the river. “Just try that again. We’ll be ready!”
 
“Is Chris cursed?” asked the sickly boy named Ben. “Nabila, can you try a spell?”
 
“I’ve never seen anything like this before,” said the Egyptian girl with glasses, Nabila. “But I’ll try.” She took her hands off of her fanny pack and raised them. “ANUBIS-RA-SET!”
 
But He Who Would Save Us just kept struggling.
 
Suddenly the water exploded with crocodiles. Teeth flashed as the reptiles pounced on the group, scattering them with fright.
 
But He Who Would Save Us was not scared.
 
He jumped onto the back of one of the crocodiles and kicked his heels into the river creature’s side.
 
The crocodile jumped, turned, and crashed back into the water.
 
SPLASH!
 
“Wahooooo!” yelled He Who Would Save Us, and the crocodile swam swiftly upriver.
 
“Catch him, Roy!” Director Z yelled so loudly that the trees shook and squawking birds took flight.
 
“Sorry, Boss!” the Bigfoot said to Director Z. “All the teeth scared me.”
 
The big monster whimpered and shivered.
 
“And why didn’t you try to speak with them?” Director Z asked Gil.
 
“I’m a fish, not a reptile,” he replied. “And don’t you know what crocodiles eat?”
 
“Bigfeet?” asked Roy.
 
“No, they eat fish!” yelled the swamp creature. “They eat me!”
 
“Well, we can’t just stand here and argue,” said Nabila.
 
“You’re right, but we can’t keep running, either,” said Director Z.
 
“Well, think of something,” said Gordon. “We have to get him so we can get outta here and back home! We’ve been on the move since taking off from Gallow Manor, and that was after a week of hard work getting all the old monsters settled after Raven Hill Retirement Home was destroyed.”
 
“At least they’re not oldy-moldy anymore,” interrupted Shane. “They’ve been lookin’ good since we destroyed Zorflogg on the moon.”
 
“I missed football tryouts while we were on the moon,” said Gordon. “I was hoping for hockey, but tryouts were a few days after we escaped from Murrayhotep’s pyramid. If we don’t hurry, I’m going to miss soccer tryouts, too!”
 
“Forget about soccer season,” said Ben. “If we don’t catch up to Chris soon, we’re going to lose him. How are we going to catch up to him?”
 
“Gil, I believe you can help us,” said Director Z.
 
“Well, I should have eaten more leafy greens today,” said the swamp creature, “but I’ll do my best.”
 
Gil walked knee-deep into the water and then squatted down.
 
BLLLLLLLLLLLRRRRRRPPPPPPPPP.
 
The water bubbled violently, popping with green bubbles.
 
“I see there are a lot of Earth customs I need to learn,” said Twenty-Three, the strange combination of cat and lizard from the moon.
 
A pungent odor filled the air. “I’ve made the call,” said Gil. “It shouldn’t be long now.”
 
But the friends of He Who Would Save Us still waited at the riverbank as the sun set.
 
“We can’t wait any longer!” said Nabila.
 
“Monster transport can take some time,” said Director Z.
 
“Gil was calling for monster transport?” asked Gordon. “That’s why he beefed into the river?”
 
“River transport is usually hiding deep in the darkest recesses of a river,” said the swamp creature. “My Emergency Fart Call can reach those darkest recesses, but the speed of sound is only 1.5 kilometers per second in water, and this river is over 6,800 kilometers long.”
 
“It could take more than an hour for the message to reach the transport,” said Ben.
 
“Show-off,” said Gordon.
 
“Nabila’s right,” said Shane. He paced around nervously. “We might not have much time. I’m really worried about him.”
 
“I’m worried about him, too,” said Gordon. “And I’m worried about my face. I’m breaking out like crazy in this heat.” He reached up and rubbed the swollen red dot on his forehead. “Grigore, can you pierce this thing with your fangs?”
 
“Blech!” replied the vampire.
 
The waterlogged zombie who once surfed the waves of the tropics and was called Clive pointed down the river. “Yo, I think it’s finally here,” he said.
 
“Vat is it?” asked Grigore. He giggled with excitement. “Giant flesh-eating vater plants?”
 
“Ooooooh, a chariot pulled by zombie hippos?” asked the pale and beautiful banshee known as Clarice. The wind blew her hair as she scanned the river.
 
“No, wait, lemme guess,” said Pietro. “Zombie pirate ship!”
 
“What is that?” Shane asked. He squinted in the fading daylight, trying to make out the large object that was making its way upriver to them. “And what is that terrible smell?”
 
 
Prologue II 
 
 
 
“It is a ship!” exclaimed Clive.
 
The ship’s sails were full with a great, stinky wind. The odor of rotten eggs strengthened as the huge wooden ship with beautiful, tall white sails approached. The heads of the monsters and children cocked to the side in wonderment. “That’s certainly the biggest monster transport I’ve ever seen,” said Director Z.
 
The others nodded in agreement.
 
“It looks so nice, I vouldn’t even believe it vas monster transport if it veren’t for the smell,” said Grigore. He waved his hand in front of his nose. “Voo, it’s almost as bad as garlic.”
 
“Yet somehow,” said Gil, breathing in deeply, “there’s something very familiar about that odor.”
 
The bow of the massive ship turned directly to the shore they all stood on. It was coming in swiftly, carried by the stinky winds.
 
“Um, should we move?” asked Gordon.
 
“No, monster transport has never harmed a monster or his friends before,” said Pietro.
 
“Yet,” added Clive.
 
Gordon turned to leave.
 
“It’s fine,” said Pietro, who held the boy in place.
 
The ship crashed into the sand of the shallows, but kept moving, creaking and groaning as it made its way to them.
 
“Ahhhh!” yelled Gordon.
 
With a great GROOOOOOOOOOOAN, the massive ship stopped an inch in front of the boy’s nose and loomed above them.
 
Gordon turned around. “Well, it might not have harmed me, but it harmed my underwear.”
 
A rope made of leathery boa constrictor carcasses, tied together in skillful knots, fell over the side of the ship.
 
THUNK.
 
Pietro tilted his head back and yelled, “Any zombies up there?!”
 
There was no answer.
 
Nabila walked up and tugged the rope. The squishy sound of rotten, dead flesh filled the air. “Ugh, this is disgusting.”
 
“At least they’re dead,” said Ben. “I can’t stand snakes.”
 
Everything went silent again as each wondered if another would make the first move.
 
“Well, let’s get going, then,” said Shane. He jumped onto the rope and quickly shinnied his way up, pausing at each knot to catch his breath.
 
SQUISH SQUISH SQUISH.
 
The Bigfoot quickly followed the boy’s lead but was held back by the others.
 
“Maybe one at a time,” said Director Z.
 
“What?!” asked the Bigfoot. “Do you think I’m fat? You know I’ve been trying to diet. Meanies!”
 
“You’re a half-ton Bigfoot,” said Director Z. “I think it’s best that there’s not any extra weight on the line when you head up.”
 
They slowly made their way onto the ship in the moonlight.
 
“Zom-bie piiiii-rates?!” sang Pietro. “Oh, zom-biee piiiiiiiiiii-rates?!”
 
“Hello?” said Ben. “Is anyone on this ship?”
 
“Maybe it just takes us where we want to go,” said Shane. He walked up to the massive ship’s wheel at the front of the bow and put his hand on it. “We’re ready to go! Take us to our friend Chris!”
 
The ship shuddered, and the water underneath it bubbled and frothed. It pulled away from the shore a few yards, the bow swung back out and pointed downriver, and then the ship stopped.
 
“Why isn’t it moving?” asked Nabila.
 
Dozens of scaly green monsters just like the swamp creature stood on the moonlit shore.
 
“My African swamp creature brethren!” yelled Gil. “I knew I recognized the smell of that ill wind!”
 
The scaly green creatures were beautiful, their shiny, wet scales gleaming majestically in the moonlight. They waved and threw their hands in the air.
 
“Gil, are they going to push the ship along?” asked Shane. “Should you jump out and help them?”
 
The scaly green creatures stopped waving and turned around.
 
“Hey, guys!” yelled Ben. “What are you doing? We should get going!”
 
The scaly green creatures bent over with a flourish and . . .
 
BLUUURRRRTTTTFFFFTTTFFFTT!
 
. . . pushed the ship into open water by farting in perfect unison.
 
With a SNAP, the sails were filled with the Stinky Winds, and the ship pushed out into the center of the river.
 
A green haze drifted down on the passengers, and they began to cough.
 
The scaly green creatures jumped into the water and followed the ship as it picked up speed and raced upriver at a dizzying pace.
 
 
***
 
 
Just as the sun rose, He Who Would Save Us was spotted from the monster transport.
 
The boy’s friends were all crowded around the bow of the ship, pointing and yelling.
 
“Chris!” yelled Director Z at the top of his lungs. “Stop this instant. Get off of your crocodile and return to the safety of this ship.”
 
The boy savior said something, but the huge GUSSSSSSSSSSSSH of water drowned out his voice.
 
He Who Would Save Us and his trusty crocodile were about to be crushed by a massive waterfall.
 
“Chris!” yelled Nabila.
 
His power stone, the source of his strength, was also the source of his madness. There was no stopping him—not even a waterfall that could kill him.
 
“Yah!” He Who Would Save Us yelled. He lashed his crocodile with a reed and held on tightly. “Keep swimming!” The majestic river creature obeyed and swam slowly against the spray of water coming off of the waterfall.
 
“We have to do something!” yelled Shane.
 
“He cannot survive this,” said Director Z. “But the ship can.” He pointed to the largest sail. “That can be opened up even more! Release the rope at the top.”
 
Without a word, Shane took a deep breath and climbed up the mast and into the green haze. For a moment there was nothing but the sound of GUSSSSSSSSSSSSH.
 
With a SNAP, the Stinky Winds blew the sail open, and the ship lurched forward, heading directly for the boy savior and the waterfall.
 
“I hope we can gain enough speed,” said Director Z. “We must find a way to snag Chris from the water!”
 
Shane nearly blew off of the mast as the ship hit the rapids at the base of the waterfall.
 
Gil yelled as loudly as he could above the great din of the quickly moving water. “Help us, my stinky African brothers, or we’re going to crash!”
 
“We’re going to hit Chris,” said Shane from the mast.
 
But it was too late.
 
The ship slammed into the boy . . .
 
. . . at just the right moment.
 
As the ship rocked into the froth at the base of the waterfall and began to travel up—yes, up!—the waterfall, the boy savior and his crocodile splashed onto the ship.
 
“Leave me alone,” screamed He Who Would Save Us, shaking with anger, clutching his crocodile tightly.
 
The ship tilted ninety degrees and headed right up the side of the waterfall into the blue tropical sky.
 
“Hold on!” yelled Director Z.
 
“Yeah,” yelled Clive, “this is one killer wave!”
 
The crocodile landed on the swamp creature with a growl.
 
“No!” Gil screamed. “I’m a bony fish. Bony fish!”
 
With a screech of fear, the Bigfoot grabbed the crocodile by its tail and flung it off of the ship. Luckily he flung the poor creature far enough that it wasn’t crushed by the waterfall. It rose to the surface and watched in surprise as the ship slowly made its way up to the top.
 
Groans and moans could be heard from the pile of monsters and children as the ship crested the top of the waterfall and splashed horizontal again. They spilled out onto the poop deck.
 
“Where’s Chris?!” yelled Shane.
 
“Over here!” Twenty-Three yelled.
 
The best chance for our people’s survival lay at the back of the ship, his head smashed through a small wooden door into a cabinet that held rope.
 
Twenty-Three tried to pry open the door, but couldn’t.
 
The boy savior’s arms laid motionless.
 
“Chris! CHRIS!!!”