Chapter 11 - After the ordeal

It looks like, whatever the green energy trapped in the skateboard is, it is not harmful (at least to the touch!). It zaps intermittently, but Al can barely feel a change, when it does.

"Yeah... that jam..." she chuckles at the thought.

They get upstairs and see the dead spider on the first step, now a tiny creature. They cannot believe it was a fierce adversary just hours before.

Opening the kitchen door, they are able to jump past the river of goo with no effort. They see the jam jar, the dead hornet in the goo, the wire going from the wall socket to the corner of the door...

As they reach the chequered floor room, Cody leans to collect his Swiss Army knife.

"I don't hear the dogs anymore... but we should watch out for them. What if they're still out there?"

Al leans down and sticks a finger into the "river". Maybe now that she's big again, she can figure out what that was.

The goo in the kitchen still tastes just as horrible as it did before, and is just as puzzling with regards to what its ingredients might be...

Logan carefully moves to the door leading to the front porch h. Leaning out, he checks to see if the dogs are still there.

The dogs are not in sight, looking from the porch room. But then again, they were watchdogs, and you are trespassers in their territory.

"Hey... If those dogs are owned by that man in the basement... And he's been dead a while. They might not have eaten in days..." she reasons.

"Maybe we can find something in the fridge for them to eat!", Al suggests. "If we distract them with sausages, maybe they'll let us get away."

She goes to check the fridge.

Going back to the kitchen fridge Alana finds it is still working, and on its shelves are some butter, eggs and... a 1kg pack of mince meat, still 3/4 full.

It looks past its use by date, but the fridge has kept it decently unspoiled. Maybe she'd not eat it, but a hungry dog...

"Found something!", she announces to the others, though she is a bit disappointed about the lack of sweets in the fridge. She picks up the mince meat but before heading back to the others, she quickly goes through the drawers and shelves to see if there's anything there.

Alana finds a pack of marshmallows, still sealed, and some open biscuits packs, dry and crawling with ants.

"Nice!", Al grins. She takes both of those things in addition to the meat. When she rejoins the others, she puts down the meat. "For the dogs." Then she throws the ant-crackers to Alice. "For you." And then she lifts the bag of marshmallows. "And for me!", she announces with a grin.

She winces at the ant-covered crackers. "Seriously?!?!"

"haha you're the worst, Al!" he gets busy with the mince meat, opening the pack and starting modelling some balls. "Hey, we can make a lot of meatballs so each one of us has some to throw at the dogs in case of trouble..."

"We can share the marshmallows when we're out of here," Al says. "We'll make a fire somewhere where our parents don't see and then we roast them." She watches Cody form the balls and then comments: "Hey, can you imagine how awesome it would have been to find these marshmallows when we were small?"

"Here, stuff these in your pockets," he says passing some meatballs to each of you.

"G-ROSS!" she says, but accepts the meat all the same. "Now what? Go down the hill hoping the doggies are asleep?"

"And if they're not, we throw this at them," Al says, tossing one of the meatballs in the air and catching it with a gross squelching sound. "Meat bombardment!"