the wild screams echoed down the stairwell, like an uncanny werewolf. Chongo's big heart was booming in his chest, as he lept from floor to floor, following the piercing noise. Who needs directions when you hear those shrieks?

Chongo's heart ws busting, breaking, he couldn't bear to think what that undead transylvanian scumbag was doing to magenta. The poor kid, she didnt have a clue. He only wanted to get there before it was too late.