Dr. Critchlore’s School for Minions Book 2: Gorilla Tactics
FOR MY PARENTS JOAN AND BOB JACK
Chapter 1 There can be no dominion without a minion DR CRITCHLORE SPEAKING AT THE EVIL OVERLORDS OF TOMORROW CONFERENCE Terror arrived that afternoon dressed as a Girl Explorer pulling a wagon filled with cookie boxes I watched her stride up the long cypress tree lined drive as if it were a suburban road and not the grounds of a highly secured secured minion school Well it was supposed to be highly secured We’d just suffered multiple acts of sabotage and hadn’t completely recovered
She wore a beret over her pigtails and her vest was covered with colorful badges When the sunlight sunlight snuck through the trees to spotlight her face I could see the freckles on her nose I hope she has Monster Clump Sugar Bombs my friend Frankie said He stood next to me with his creator Dr Frankenhammer and Dr Frankenhammer’s Frankenhammer’s new dragon They’d been about to take off on a father-son dragon ride now that Dr Critchlore’s post-assembly post-assembly reception was winding down That issss no Girl Explorer Dr Frankenhammer Frankenhammer said and the look on his face made my heart rate jump to it’s time to flee speed Dr Frankenhammer Frankenhammer with his sunken dark eyes and his wild white hair was probably the scariest teacher in the school If a little Girl Explorer made him nervous nervous that meant something was very wrong How do you know I asked What had his highly highly trained scientific eye noticed Nobody that young could have earned so many badgesss I was sssixteen before I earned my Excellence Excellence in Explosivesss badge You were a Girl Explorer
He didn’t answer He stroked his dragon who had started fidgeting and seemed anxious to get away from the little girl Frankie reached for his neck and started twisting one of the bolts there his nervous habit As the girl approached I noticed that the shadow she cast wasn’t right It looked like the shadow of a wolf or some other beast The cypress trees normally filled with chirping birds became eerily quiet as she walked past I reached for my medallion medallion resting on the outside of my shirt As soon as I touched my necklace her appearance changed dramatically The pigtails morphed into horns that curved down around her face Gray fur covered her body and her bottom jaw stretched forward revealing a row of sharp teeth Claws as big as a velociraptor’s scraped the ground at the end of unnaturally long arms Her hind legs were huge like a kangaroo’s She’s a beast I gasped And those aren’t cookies cookies Her wagon was filled with a squirming mass of worms each the size of a swimming-pool noodle noodle They’re they’re they’re spewing They coughed up little blobs of phlegm that landed landed on the ground and smoked
