Sebastian and Albert, the two remaining members of the
League of Super Authors that had not yet been captured, returned to the main
land of Mystery Island.
"So it's down to us to save this island," Sebastian
"Yeah," Albert said in a monotone.
"Without Jay, the brains of this operation, Rosie,
the book-smart detective, Harriet, the comic relief in a bad situation, and
Spot, a... a... reminder of anything bad that's happening at any given moment,
things are looking kind of down, aren't they?" Sebastian mentioned.
"A little bit," Albert sighed.
"What I wouldn't give for a CLUE right about
As if by fate, Charlie the Island Kiko came bounding
up to the two, his eyes wide as saucers. "Sebastian! Albert! Come quick!"
"What is it?" said Albert, scanning the shops.
Everything seemed to be in order in the small town located on Mystery Island.
"Just follow me!"
The two bounded after Charlie. He almost ran
into a tree at his hurried pace, and he did manage to run into a pole at the
Mystery Island harbor. The three boarded a small boat, and took off at lightning
speed to Faerieland.
"What's happening, Charlie?" asked Sebastian.
"The history... the Mystery Island history..."
he said, his voice trembling.
"It's been rewritten?" Albert asked.
Charlie made a motion with his hand that indicated
that the situation was very bad indeed.
"What can we do about it?" Sebastian cried. "If
only Rosie or Jay was here, they would have come up with a plan by now!"
"Hey, I'm don't have an I.Q. of 1337 for nothing,
you know!" Albert snapped. He whipped out an abacus and some scratch paper and
began to doodle some figures in the margins.
"Got a plan, smartie-pants?" Sebastian asked
after some time had passed.
"Well, if the pencil is actually a true pencil,
the rewritten text is not going to be as perfect as... say... a fountain pen.
There will be smudges and extra shards of graphite and eraser. However, no ordinary
pencil will work on the pages of the archives. We should erase as much of the
horrible new story as we can with the extra shards, and collect the excess graphite,
and rewrite as much as we possibly can."
"That sounds hopeless," Charlie said.
"It's worth a shot," retorted Sebastian. "We
haven't got much time. Gertrude's already got Harriet, Rosie, Jay and Spot!"
"Gertrude?" Charlie asked.
"Yes, Gertrude!" spat Albert.
"Oooh, yes! Gertrude!" cried Charlie suddenly,
blushing a bright crimson. "I have short-term memory loss, you see," he said,
hanging his head.
A muscle twitched in Albert's cheek. "That must
"Yes, it is," Charlie said, not looking up.
The three arrived at the gates of Faerieland,
and they ran to the Faerieland Library. Charlie yanked the door open, and ran
ahead down the halls to the small cupboard where the archives lay. "Follow me!
As Albert and Sebastian ran behind him, Albert
whispered in the corner of his mouth to Sebastian, "Get some weapons out of
your utility belt. Preferably small ones."
"Why?" whispered Sebastian in return.
"I have an idea as to why Rosie went ahead without
us. Have you got the weapons yet?"
Sebastian pulled out a slingshot and a handful
of attack peas. He handed the slingshot to Albert, and hid the attack peas behind
his back. Charlie was waiting for them at the doorway to the archives.
"Hurry!" he said, opening the dusty glass case.
"Do as much as you can!"
Albert scanned the rewritten history, reading
outloud. "The Recorded History of Mystery Island: Part One. Once upon a time,
a magical and mysterious island appeared out of nowhere. Some people say the
Faeries did it. Some other people say that they don't know where it came from.
But Mystery Island appeared out of nowhere."
Albert stopped, and looked up. Sebastian said
exactly what his partner was thinking. "That's some really bad writing."
"So Mystery Island came out of nowhere," Albert
read on. "The natives flocked to the island like great big flocks of things
that flock places." Sebastian gave an involuntary shudder, and Albert turned
a page. "The natives came and built large houses around the big volcano which
grew on the island like a malignant wart."
"A malignant wart?!" cried Sebastian.
"...and so they built houses, and sold gross
food to tourists in the future. Like eye candy, that stuff is gross! And then
everybody on Mystery Island, they all died mysterious deaths. Some people's
insides turned outside. And other people died from eating the wrong biscuits.
Mystery Island was left in ruins by fires caused by the great volcano which
erupted on the day that everybody died. Lava ran quickly into the town, ruining
all the houses and shops so quickly that it was really, really fast. The only
way the people could save themselves was to pay tribute to the Volcano Ghoul."
"The Volcano Ghoul? That's original," Sebastian
"The Volcano Ghoul took everybody's money and
bought nice things like cashmere sweaters and lollipops. The people who gave
him the money became his servants. Then the Volcano Ghoul built a castle.
"Nobody could stop the Volcano Ghoul whose real
name shall remain nameless. Nobody, not one, especially not the Super Authors.
In fact, all the Super Authors died slow, painful, deaths. So they definitely
didn't stop the Volcano Ghoul.
"And that's the mystery of Mystery Island. The
end." Albert slammed the book shut. "I must say, it wasn't as painful as I had
"We have to fix it," Sebastian said. "Find as
much graphite as you can!"
Albert, using a scientifically altered magnifying
glass, managed to scrape up as much leftover pencil lead as he could. Making
it into a depressingly small pencil with an even smaller eraser, he looked up
at Sebastian for further instruction.
"Change the negatives," Sebastian said. "And
erase everything about us and the Volcano Ghoul."
Albert set to work. Charlie tried to peer over
Albert's shoulder, but he was far too short.
"Now erase that malignant wart sentence, that's
A loud clicking sound came from the back of the
small room. Albert sighed, lowering his paw with the pencil in it, and Sebastian
whipped around. Charlie had shut and locked the door.
Charlie was grinning ever so slightly. "I thought
you would have figured out my little trick, Albert, being the brains behind
the group and all. I'm surprised that you didn't."
Albert smiled. "Yeah, I guess you're right, Charlie.
Silly me," he said.
Sebastian pulled out the handful of attack peas
and let them jump around in his outstretched paw just as Albert whipped out
the slingshot. "Pity, I was looking forward to saving Mystery Island."
Simultaneously, they attacked. Charlie had only
enough time to squeak, "Eeek!" before he was knocked to the floor by attack
peas and random objects, sling-shotted expertly by Albert.
Sebastian didn't need to be told twice. He dashed
outside, grabbing Albert to help him over a large stack of books. Slamming the
door shut again, Sebastian and Albert pushed the bookshelf (with some difficulty)
back over the door.
"We've got to get back to the volcano!" Albert
yelled over the ruckus being made by the contained Charlie.
The two dashed out of the Faerieland Library.
It was almost midnight, and the streets were misty with dew. They found their
boat and sped off, heading to Mystery Island.
Sebastian began to question Albert right as they
boarded the boat. "How did you know, Albert? What's really going on?"
Albert smiled. "It was obvious, wasn't it?"
Albert sighed at his Lupe companion. "Well, first
of all, there is no Gertrude. Do you remember how Charlie got a bit bewildered
when he couldn't remember Gertrude's real name? Do you realize that Charlie
told us that Gertrude was female, when the rewritten history of Mystery Island
clearly stated that the Volcano Ghoul was male. Not to mention the facts that
the written statement on the door of the volcano was written very kindly indeed,
and the archived history was written so badly that the same person could not
have written it. Oh, and the fact that Rosie went with Charlie alone. She knew
Charlie from the beginning."
Sebastian opened and closed his mouth several
times, and finally managed to nod in awe.
"As I mentioned earlier, I don't have an IQ of
1337 for nothing, you know," Albert grinned.
The boat hit the shores of Mystery Island, and
the two clambered off.
"When will the rewritten history... well... become
history?" Sebastian whispered.
"I'm not sure. I know Charlie has hidden that
pencil in the volcano somewhere, and if we're quick enough, we should be able
to steal the pencil, save Rosie, Harriet, Spot, and Jay, and make it back to
Faerieland to rewrite the entire history before lunch."
"That's a big if, my friend," Sebastian said,
as the two ran to the volcano's entrance.
To be continued...
Oh, no! Charlie's the evil mastermind behind this whole scheme? I wouldn't
have guessed that in a thousand millennia! Will Sebastian and Albert be able
to save Mystery Island and the rest of the Super Authors before the rewritten
history comes into effect? Or will Charlie's master plan come into effect first?
Not to mention... well, you know. Find out in the next thrilling chapter of...
the Super Authors and the Chamber of Mysteries!