My best friend had nothing to do with bouncing or monsters until something went terribly wrong in my new job. Suddenly she’s missing, and the rumor is that a nest of monsters might have her. Those monsters are about to meet their match. I’m going to go medieval on their furry butts. If only I can figure out how to control my bouncing magic for five solid minutes. I have no idea how I’m going to save Molly if I can’t stay in the right dimension long enough even to form a plan.
Whatever I end up doing, I just hope she’ll forgive me for bringing her assistant Rog along on the rescue mission. I’ve tried to shake him. But he’s like a giant octopus with a thousand tenacles. I wonder how well he can swim...
Whatever I end up doing, I just hope she’ll forgive me for bringing her assistant Rog along on the rescue mission. I’ve tried to shake him. But he’s like a giant octopus with a thousand tenacles. I wonder how well he can swim...