“Five . . . four . . . three . . . two—” Before she could get to “one,” a frothy red mixture bubbled up from the volcano and cascaded down the sides without any sign of stopping. In fact, the eruption just seemed to be getting bigger. There was a gurgling sound, and the volcano belched up a blob of lava that soared out of the garage and landed in the driveway. “Whoa,” said Jaclyn. “That’s not supposed to happen.” Just then, she heard a muff led beeping sound. “What is that?” she said. “It’s coming from the kitchen,” said Fatima. Paige cocked her head. “That’s funny, I heard that same sound when my little brother melted all his action figures over the stove.” She turned to Jaclyn. “Are you melting all your action figures over the stove?” Then it dawned on Jaclyn what she was hearing. The fire alarm. She gasped. “Grandma Hyde’s Chocolate Delights!” 28
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