Authors: Franklin W. Dixon
SECRET FILES #1
Trouble at the Arcade
FRANKLIN W. DIXON
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ll humans will be destroyed!”
a metallic voice rang out.
Nine-year-old Frank Hardy gasped as yet another row of hideous aliens appeared over the horizon. There was no question about it. Earth was being invaded!
“Ha!” he shouted, and his dark hair fell in his eyes as he dodged a laser blast by doing a somersault through the air. Then he ducked around a huge pile of rocks.
Oh no! There were more aliens behind the rock pile. And these were even worse. They were spitting horrible blue goo!
A wad of goo came flying at Frank.
He jumped up and did a flip in midair to avoid the goo. Then he karate-kicked a rock. It crashed down on one of the aliens.
Blue goo spurted everywhere.
“Gotcha!” Frank cried.
“Frank! Are you up there?”
For a second Frank thought one of the aliens was calling him. Then he realized it wasn't an alien. It was his mother. He blinked and looked up from the video game console.