We scampered after the Vampyrs as they led us towards their cave. However, three more had joined us. The three mogwai that Punk Rat had spawned were walking behind Punk Rat, thinking he was the leader. They were lined up from oldest to youngest.
The oldest had black fur all over his body, ears that were like a triceratops frills, and had a white stripe on his head. Not a mohawk, like you might think, but simply a white stripe. He also had sharp teeth like sharks. He was the meanest. The second had light brown fur all over his body, except for his head, which was entirely white. His ears were curved at the top and bottom and he had buckteeth. The youngest had a white belly and brownish-orange fur, and his pink ears were pointed like knifes. He had a regular mouse's teeth.
The oldest was named Dark for his fur, the second was named Beaver for his teeth, and the third was named Pointy for his ears.
Tasha the gorgon still had her eyes closed so she didn't turn anyone to stone, so I was acting like some sort of walk-dog for her.
Amides turned around and stared at us. "Why are you holding hands?" She asked. "If Tasha opens her eyes she'll turn someone to stone," I explained.
"Then why doesn't she just look in a different direction," Amides replied. "OK," I said. "Tasha, open your eyes."
Tasha obeyed and opened one eye. Liza turned to her direction suddenly. "Hey Tasha, I am very tired," She said. "No!" I yelled. Immediately, Liza's fur became hard a cold. Her color faded into light grey, even her eyes. She gave out a scream as her body formed to granite stone, then her screaming stopped. All that came out of her mouth was a few tiny pebbles.
"Liza!" Malcolm yelled. "NNNNOOOOOOOO-!"
SMACK! Punk Rat burned Malcolm's cheek with the palm of his paw. "What was that for?" He asked, rubbing his cheek. "You were clearly about to blow a fuse," Punk Rat replied. "I had to calm you down."
"But Liza is stone now," Malcolm said. "I'll carry her to the cave," Punk Rat offered. "OK," Malcolm snorted. Punk Rat lifted the stone Liza over his head and walked away. "How can he carry that if he's so small?" I asked. "Probably because his species, while short, is also stout," Bratfur suggested. "Also, look at this."
He turned into a snarling grizzly bear. "I can turn into whatever I put my mind to," He said. "Now I can use this to my advantage if I get into a fight."
"Sure," I said, uninterested. Geronimo, meanwhile, was working up some sort of spell:
"Oh magic please make us gorgon glasses for their sight,
To shield us from the wrath of their vision's bite."
As soon as he finished his sentence, Tasha had on sunglasses. "It worked!" Geronimo squeaked. "It actually worked!"
"We'll have to know for sure," I said. "Tasha, look me in the eye."
"But you'll turn to stone," Tasha said. "Just do it," I said. Tasha turned and faced me. To our surprise, I didn't change.
"Now we don't have to worry about turning to stone," I said. Then Geronimo tried a spell on Punk Rat:
"This smelly brat, this filthy scum,
This horrid little louse,
Will very, very soon become,
A lovely little mouse."
"Hey!" Punk Rat snapped. "I am not a brat, a filthy scum, or a louse. And I'm already a mouse."
"Actually, you're a mogwai here," Altair said. "I forgot," Punk Rat said. "Hey, it didn't work," Geronimo said. "You do know that here, the Grand High Wizard's magic cannot be opposed," Amides explained.
"Yeah, trying to turn Punk Rat into a mouse in Monster Valley would oppose him," I added. "Oh," Geronimo said simply.
"Well, we're here," Altair said. We stood in front of a cave. We scampered inside.
We had barely been in the cave for 10 seconds when I heard a hissing sound. Immediately, a mouselet jumped out at me. I knew, of course, that this was a vampire.
He had grey fur, jet black hair, green eyes, and was dressed entirely in black, complete with a black cape. Before he could touch me, a tail with a rattle on it wrapped around his leg and pulled him. It was Bratfur. He had transformed into a rattlesnake to fight. However, before anyone got a broken snout, Altair grabbed the vampire mouselet by the cape.
"Farley, these are our guests, not dinner," He said. The mouselet called Farley looked confused. "I know I usually bring dinner, but these are actually our guests this time," Altair said again.
After a long pause, Farley spoke. "These creatures are not from this clan, so why should they be allowed here?"
I noticed that Farley spoke with an Italian accent, meaning the Vampyrs were from Italy. "Hey, you once got lost and had to stay with a pack of werewolves in Italy three years ago," Altair replied, confirming they were Italian vampires.
"Oh, all right," Farley said. "Come, I'll show you where your room will be."
Two hours later…
"I never thought blood would taste so good," Thea said, sipping the last drop of blood in her glass. We were all sitting in chairs and benches made of hard mud. I, meanwhile, was still staring at Bugsy.
"I just can't bring myself to believe that Bugsy is a witch," I told Carmen and Tasha. "Maybe she's not," Tasha said, thinking to herself. "You're planning something mean," I guessed. "Witches have blue spit, right?" Tasha asked. "Well, yeah, I said. "If her spit is not the color of a blueberry, then she most certainly is not a witch."
With that, she stood up and walked towards Bugsy and knocked her on the head. Of course, this caused Bugsy to spit on the ground upon impact, and, sure enough, her spit was blue. Blue as a blueberry.
"OK, she's a witch," Tasha said. I realized that Tasha had known that Bugsy was a witch and hit her for no reason.
Petunia got out of her seat. "Hey, how about I show you where the Woz family lives," She said. "OK," I said, despite not knowing who the Woz family was. We all got up and followed Petunia, except Punk Rat and his three mogwai buddies, who were being taught the three rules of the gremlins.
"Where are you going?" Farley asked. "To the Woz family house," Petunia said. "You can't just leave," Farley said. Bratfur turned into a hissing black cat. "OK, you can leave," Farley said. Bratfur transformed into a Yokai and we scampered off.