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"
But
why
didn
’
t
she
yell
last
year
,
the
year
before
?
"
"
Who
knows
,
every
night
for
a
hundred
years
she
’
s
been
writing
messages
in
lemon
juice
on
cards
,
but
everybody
read
her
regular
message
,
nobody
thought
,
like
us
,
to
run
a
match
over
the
back
to
bring
out
the
real
message
.
Lucky
I
know
what
secours
means
.
"
"
Okay
,
she
said
,
‘
Help
!
’
Now
what
?
"
"
We
save
her
,
of
course
.
"
"
Steal
her
out
from
under
Mr
.
Black
’
s
nose
,
huh
?
And
wind
up
witches
ourselves
in
glass
boxes
with
wax
poured
on
our
faces
the
next
ten
thousand
years
.
"
"
Tom
,
the
library
’
s
here
.
We
’
ll
arm
ourselves
with
spells
and
magic
philters
to
fight
Mr
.
Black
.
"
"
There
’
s
only
one
magic
philter
will
fix
Mr
.
Black
,
"
said
Tom
.
"
Soon
’
s
he
gets
enough
pennies
any
one
evening
,
he
—
well
,
let
’
s
see
.
"
Tom
drew
some
coins
from
his
pocket
.
"
This
just
might
do
it
.
Doug
,
you
go
read
the
books
.
I
’
ll
run
back
and
look
at
the
Keystone
Kops
fifteen
times
;
I
never
get
tired
.
By
the
time
you
meet
me
at
the
arcade
,
it
might
be
the
old
philter
will
be
working
for
us
.
"
"
Tom
,
I
hope
you
know
what
you
’
re
doing
.
"
"
Doug
,
you
want
to
rescue
this
princess
or
not
?
"
Douglas
whirled
and
plunged
.