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  Herbert’s Wormhole

  The Rise and Fall of El Solo Libre

  Peter Nelson and Rohitash Rao

  Dedication

  To Christopher and your super-mega silly imagination that goes to infinity, plus one.

  —P. N.

  To my favorite drawing partner (who also happens to be my wonderful niece), Adriana Catalina Rao.

  —R. R.

  Contents

  Cover

  Title Page

  Dedication

  First, a Word from Our Heroes…

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Back Ad

  Copyright

  About the Publisher

  Alex Filby tapped his foot impatiently as he watched his dad aim a blaster at the very last Alien Invader.

  “Watch this, son! I’M GONNA BLOW THIS SLIME-SUCKING FREAK INTO A GAZILLION SPACE-CHUNKS!”

  Alex looked from his dad’s grinning, unshaven face to the TV. There’s something weirdly familiar about this, he thought.

  FRZZZT!

  His dad’s grin sank. His blaster dropped to the floor. The Alien Invader on the TV belched out an evil laugh. “BWAH HAW HAW!! YOU HAVE BEEN DESTROYED, HUMAN! PLAY AGAIN?!?”

  “He got me,” Mr. Filby whimpered, his lower lip trembling. “I was so close to beating the game, and then…he fried me.”

  “Sorry ’bout that, Dad. Well, I gotta run.”

  “Wait!” Mr. Filby turned to him. “Where are you going? Help me fight the Leacacosian Lizard Emperor!”

  Alex put a hand on his father’s shoulder. “We’ve talked about this, Dad. Summer vacation’s almost over, and I don’t have many days left to play outside with my friends.”

  Mr. Filby nodded sadly.

  “Besides,” Alex continued, “I’m not into video games, remember?”

  “Right,” Alex’s dad mumbled as his son rushed out of the room. “I guess I forgot.”

  Mr. Filby got hooked on AlienSlayer 2 soon after his wife had suggested he hook it up and try playing it with Alex. Although she once worried that her son spent too much time indoors playing the video game, she now worried her son was spending too much time outdoors, playing some silly spaceman fantasy game that seemed to involve dressing up in silver costumes and disappearing for hours with his neighbors, Herbert Slewg and Sammi Clementine.

  Mrs. Filby worried a lot.

  It was a little strange. All summer long, the three 10-year-olds would meet in the morning at Alex’s backyard jungle gym, and Mrs. Filby wouldn’t see her son again until it got dark. She much preferred being able to check in on her son every seven and a half minutes or so, even if it meant him sitting in front of the TV for hours, like he used to.

  Unfortunately, the only thing her plan had accomplished was getting Mr. Filby hooked. As for her son, it was as if he had no memory of ever liking video games at all. (This may have been because earlier that summer Alex had accidentally erased the part of his brain that remembered ever liking video games at all.)

  But even if that hadn’t happened, Alex still would’ve chosen to go on his daily adventures with Herbert and Sammi rather than play AlienSlayer 2. Why would he want to play AlienSlayer when he actually was one?

  Weeks earlier, Alex and his friends had discovered in his jungle gym a wormhole, or time-travel tunnel. It connected them to their same hometown, but a hundred years in the future. Once there, they foiled the evil plot of a very grumpy G’Dalien, convincing everyone in Future Merwinsville that they were AlienSlayers, with incredible alien-slaying powers.* Herbert and Sammi knew that they weren’t really AlienSlayers, but the entire human and (mostly friendly) G’Dalien population of Future Merwinsville believed that they were.

  And so did Alex.

  Alex locked his bedroom door behind him and pulled his Negative Energy Densifyer suit out of his bedroom closet. This computer-wired, all-silver bodysuit was Herbert’s greatest invention (so far). The N.E.D. suit opened the wormhole, allowing its wearer to travel through time without being crushed, turned inside out, or instantly atomized into a billion teensy bits. It was also very shiny, and happened to look extremely awesome on Alex.

  He zipped up his N.E.D. suit, puffed out his chest, and did his best superhero-actiony pose in the mirror. He flipped the tiny switch on the suit’s belt buckle. All the little lights on his suit blinked to life and all the little wires connecting circuits and computer chips hummed and vibrated. He switched it back off, put his fists on his hips, and took one last look at himself. “Equipment, check. Breakfast, check. Teeth brushed, check. Time to go to work, AlienSlayer. Your fans await.”

  He swung the door open, leaped out of his room in a single bound—and bumped into his mother. Mrs. Filby was holding a glossy, colorful brochure.

  “There’s my Snookybuns!” (Alex hated when she called him stuff like that, but at least this time there were no witnesses.) “Going outside to play your spaceman game with your little pals again?”

  “Yeah, Mom,” Alex said. “And I’m kinda late, so—”

  “Sweetie, I know I’m the one who encouraged you to play outdoors more. And I realize I introduced you to your neighbor and new best friend, little Herbie Slewg.”

  Alex wondered which would annoy Herbert more, being referred to as “little Herbie Slewg” or as Alex’s best friend. Herbert considered himself a genius, and generally didn’t consider many people worthy of his friendship. Which was fine with many people.

  “But Snugglekins, you spend an awful lot of time playing this dress-up game,” his mom continued. “I just wonder if it’s, well, normal behavior.”

  If you only knew, Alex thought. But that’s not what he said.

  “Well, we’re imaginative kids, Mom,” Alex heard himself say. “We’re just developing early social skills by expressing our basic identities through dramatic role play.”

  Alex had no idea what he had just said, but apparently it worked. His mom grinned, then suddenly remembered the brochure she held in her hand. She thrust it in front of him. It had a bunch of pictures of smiling kids at summer camp, looking way too happy given what they were being forced to do—march single file through the woods, huddle together around smoky campfires, sleep on the ground….

  Ugh, Alex thought. It looked awful.

  “It’s a summer sleepover camp right down the street, at Merwinsville Public Park!” she said. “Doesn’t it look fun?”

  Alex studied his mother’s face. She had that crazy gaze she had whenever she found someth
ing she thought would enrich him. He knew just how to handle this.

  “Wow, Mom!” he blurted. “I’d love to take personal responsibility and carefully consider this in a thoughtful and independent way! Can I, Mom? Can I pleeeaaase?”

  “Of course you can, Bootlecakes!” Mrs. Filby smiled as she straightened a wrinkle on his N.E.D. suit. “Now you go ‘blastoff’ with your friends!”

  Alex watched her bounce down the hallway. He crumpled up the brochure, chucked it into his very messy room, and headed for the backyard to meet his fellow AlienSlayers.

  Sammi Clementine hung upside down on the monkey bars of the jungle gym, her long pigtails nearly touching the ground. In her N.E.D. suit, she looked like a giant silver dangly earring.

  “Seven forty-two,” a voice spat. “He’s precisely twelve minutes late. In three minutes I say we go through without him.”

  Sammi stared at Herbert Slewg. Even upside down, wearing an N.E.D. suit that resembled baggy, tinfoil pajamas, somehow he still didn’t look silly. Herbert almost always looked serious.

  “Relax. He’ll be here.” She began swinging back and forth. “Besides, it was your rule that we only go through the wormhole together, remember?”

  Sammi launched herself from the monkey bars, did a double backflip, and landed on her feet. Herbert didn’t notice. He just continued to stare at his watch.

  “You sure that thing is even right?” she asked.

  Herbert snorted loudly and held up his wristwatch. “This thing happens to be the standard issue atomic timepiece designed by the physicists at the European Organization for Nuclear Research in Geneva, Switzerland, home of the highest-energy synchrotronic particle accelerator in the world, capable of colliding opposing beams at one-point-one-two microjoules per particle. I think it can accurately tell the time of day.”

  “Wow, Switzerland.” Sammi smiled. “That’s where they make those pretty cuckoo clocks, isn’t it?”

  Herbert sneered at her and checked the time again.

  “Seven forty-three.”

  “What’s your hurry, anyway? Got a date with the future?”

  “Yes, as a matter of fact. The future me.”

  Earlier that summer, when they first traveled to the future, Herbert had the odd pleasure of meeting his older self—a 110-year-old Herbert Slewg.

  “That’s gotta be kinda weird,” Sammi said. “Hanging out with the future old man version of yourself, I mean.”

  “Of course it’s not weird. I grew up to become an exceptional scientist and inventor, just as I expected.”

  “I have no interest in meeting my future self. However I turn out, I want it to be a surprise. Plus, it seems kinda dishonest. Like getting the answers ahead of the test.”

  “I’ve never needed the answers to any test ahead of time.” Herbert glared at her for a second. “Anyway, I’m glad you feel that way, because it’s better if you don’t. Any contact you or Alex have with your future selves could negatively affect everyone you’ve ever met—or have yet to meet.”

  “So why is it safe for you?”

  “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m not much of a people person. Unlike you two, I don’t run around befriending every single resident of Merwinsville I pass in the street.”

  Sammi thought for a moment. “Have you ever thought maybe we should tell everyone the truth? Y’know—that we’re not really AlienSlayers?”

  Herbert squinted at her. “Publicly announcing the truth would have an even more immediate negative effect on the people and G’Daliens of Merwinsville—shock, fear, chaos, not to mention intense hatred toward us. Please think before you speak.”

  “It’s just that when we first tricked everyone, it was to save the world and get the people and G’Daliens to live together in peace. That was a good thing. But now they treat us like superheroes, which we’re not. It’s like we’re lying to everybody. Don’t you feel guilty knowing we don’t deserve all that fame and glory? That we’re just normal, boring kids?”

  Herbert put a hand on his chin and thought for a moment.

  “No.”

  “Why am I not surprised.”

  “Because as usual, I’m thinking rationally. I don’t care about being a celebrity, so therefore I feel no guilt. I care about science, about technology, about inventing. And I know if everyone in the future were to suddenly find out we were just ‘normal, boring kids,’ all the amazing stuff the G’Daliens have given us to watch for an alien invasion—our lab, our equipment, our incredibly advanced supercomputer—it would all go away.”

  “And that makes it worth living a lie?”

  “Please. For science? I’d do cartwheels down Main Street of Future Merwinsville wearing a wig, lipstick, and a flowery dress.”

  Sammi tried to scrub that image from her brain. Herbert continued. “And let’s not pretend you don’t enjoy the perks of the job yourself.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Chicago, that dimwitted future boy who likes you so much.”

  “Hey! Don’t call Chicago dim—Wait. You think he likes me?” Sammi’s face began to turn a pinkish-red. Chicago Illinois was a kid in the future who knew the truth about them and helped them sneak in and out of the wormhole. Sammi thought he was kind of okay, but tried not to let it show. Especially to him.

  “This is not my field of expertise, but I’d postulate that he likes the fame, the cheering crowds, the mayor’s car, the free smoothies, and you—in that order.”

  “All right, all right.” Sammi cut him off sharply. She really didn’t want to think about how far down she was on the list of things Chicago liked, especially today, the day he was taking her out for pizza and ice cream. “I guess there’s no harm in letting Merwinsvillians believe they have their very own AlienSlayers for a little while longer. But I do feel we should at least tell Alex.”

  “Ill-advised and potentially dangerous,” Herbert deduced. “He’d never be able to keep it a secret from the Merwinsvillians. Besides, it was you who said we should let him ‘live the dream.’”

  “I know, but he’s actually living the dream. He’s gotta hear the truth sooner or later, and he’s so into it I’m worried it’ll crush him. I think it’s our responsibility to tell Alex.”

  “Tell me what?”

  Sammi and Herbert spun around. Alex was standing beside the jungle gym ladder.

  Herbert shot Sammi a look. She thought quickly.

  “Uh, that you’re late,” she said. “And Herbert was considering going through the wormhole without you.”

  “What?” Alex stepped up to Herbert and got in his face. “You can’t do that! Everyone goes through together, or no one does! Sound familiar? It’s your rule, Ruley McRulemaker!”

  Sammi climbed the ladder and stood on the tube slide platform. She watched Alex and Herbert argue, and wondered why she had just lied to her friend.

  “I don’t remember electing you the boss!” Alex said.

  “Well, maybe you’ll remember that you’re in my N.E.D. suit!”

  “Well, maybe you’ll remember you’re on my jungle gym!”

  They fought their way to the top and joined Sammi in front of the gaping mouth of the blue tube slide.

  “C’mon, you guys,” she said. “Let’s just get to work.”

  “She’s right.” Alex started stretching like a runner before a race. “Time to get serious. Today’s the day. I can feel it. We’re gonna get a full-blown alien invasion today! The entire town’s gonna look to us to save them, and that’s when the AlienSlayers are gonna kick some alien butt! Let’s hit it!”

  He flipped the switch on his N.E.D. suit. Sammi and Herbert shared a look as they switched theirs on, too.

  WUBBA-WUBBA-WUBBA-WUBBA!

  A low, thudding sound rattled the tube slide as their suits began to blink and vibrate. They stared at the gaping mouth of the slide and watched as a strange, shimmery blue light grew brighter and began to bend inward. They felt themselves being pulled toward it.

  WUBBA-W
UBBA-WUBBA-WUBBA-WUBBA-WUBBA!!!

  As the sound grew louder, the tugging got stronger and stronger. The silver-suited trio lined up like skydivers about to leap out of a plane. They took a deep breath and jumped.

  The noise stopped and the jungle gym went still. The shimmery blue wormhole vanished immediately after swallowing the three AlienSlayers.

  A chubby, eight-tentacled, squidlike G’Dalien loomed over a group of young children. As she smiled, her bloodred lipstick parted to reveal a mouth full of razor-sharp teeth. The children let out loud screams—of delight.

  “Right this way, my adorable little roos!” she said in a thick Australian accent, leading them through the Merwinsville Museum of Human History. “Come get a gander at the very first G’Dalien-human contact ever made, thousands and thousands of years ago!”

  As they entered a long hallway, her giant beehive-hairdo wig seemed to float atop her blobby, greenish-gray head. She wore a tour guide vest with a large name tag that read, “G’Day! My Name is: CA-ROL. Ask Me Anything!” CA-ROL led the class of human and G’Dalien youngsters past the historical dioramas that made up the Hallway of Human History.

  “OUTTA THE WAY!”

  A panicked voice suddenly echoed through the long hall. A good-looking boy wearing a baseball cap and orange jumpsuit was recklessly steering what looked like a floating golf cart down the hall. Sitting in the back were Dallas, a big, beefy human, and Sausalito, a skinny, buglike kid. A bunch of signs and rods and cloth were jammed in the back of the AirCart.