When Zuum Pao got to where the rad glow was, he found a red weeden mask. Zuum Pao wandered over and picked up the mask, gently running his fingers across the worn wood. As he did, he culd almost see a strange glow. He could hear drums pounding. It sounded as if haunting, whispery voices were calling his name. Zuum Pao turned toward the mirror and slowly put it on. Instantly, the mask shrink wrapped across his face. Then it popped of with a sharp sucking sound. "Whoa," Zuum Pao said uneasily. He studied the mask and then his own face. The mask had seemed to mold his face. He thought he heard and voices and drums. it must have been his imagination again. It was only another dumb old mask, right? He pressed the mask more firmly to firmly to his face and another incredible transformation beagan. Rubbery whips shot out of the mask and began to wrap around his head again. Zuum Pao grabbed his face to take off the mask, but his body sttarted to spin uncontrollably again. He spun fasterr and faster, like another human tornado. "Helllpppp mmmeeee!" Zuum Pao shrieked. His vice grew higher and higher as he twirled even faster. Finally, a large hand reached out of the human tornado and locked onto the nearest pole. The whirlwind screeched to a halt, causing sparks and smoke to rise from the ground. Zuum Pao was gone. In his place was a creature named Zuum!