The Journey (Animorphs, No. 42)
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The Helmacrons need more power to escape the earth's atmosphere, so they have returned to demand the morphing cube. When Rachel tries to destroy their ship, the tiny egomaniacs bail - right into Marco's left nostril. And the other Animorphs have to get them out before the little aliens do some real damage.
gingerly running whole fingers up an intact arm. Jake nodded. "Which means we'd be vomit, too. Maybe they'll surrender once they realize they're cornered."
continued. The chamber surrounding us shrank down, down, down. Half the size it was. Half that. Then half that. Smaller, smaller, smaller. The rootlike tissues came unglued. Bounced like loose electrical cables, and then sucked up into the walls.
get it now," I said. "Before he hands it over to someone or takes it to Photos 'R' Us." Cassie leaned against her rake. "Probably a hundred people live in that apartment building," she pointed out. "Some of them could be Controllers." "Yeah," Marco said. "So maybe the kid is in the elevator with a neighbor and he just happens to mention these weird creatures he saw in a dark alleyway last night. Before you know it, there's a knock on your door. And it isn't someone with a check for a million
asked. Cassie made a face. "Smallest morph . . . I guess a flea is small enough to get into nasal passages. It might be tight, though. Maybe a tick?" "Ticks are useless in battle," I said. "Excuse me," Marco cried. "Are you planning to have a BATTLE in my NOSE?!" "You have a better suggestion?" I demanded. "No," Marco whimpered, slumping down on a bale of hay. "Ideas?" Jake demanded. Cassie sighed. "Well . . . we have the Helmacrons' ship. We could power it up with the morphing cube, get
dropped my bike against the wall of an adjacent building, crumbling and abandoned. Spoke quietly to the filthy homeless man - a Chee - who was watching the front door of the building. Made my way around to the back. The kid's apartment building was kind of seedy. Peeling paint on the door. Dirty windows. Graffiti. Nobody lived in that part of town because they wanted to. I knew that firsthand. Maybe the kid was just a kid. Some bored guy who wanted to be a photographer. Well, if that was true