Previously, the weirdly overinvested and, frankly, INVASIVE cab driver suggests that we open my grandmother’s luggage to find out why it’s so heavy. Matthew forced my hand and told me to turn to page 85–the choice that has me going along with the weirdo cab driver’s suggestion. God damn it, Matthew, I’ll have my sweet revenge.
Things prove to be challenging when the creepy cab driver and me find the suitcase has a mysterious lock on it.
It glows blue and feels warm in your hand. It’s not a combination lock, and it doesn’t seem to have a slot for a key. “It is weird,” you agree. “Now I really want to get these bags open!” The cab driver laughs. “I can’t resist a challenge!”
It glows blue and feels warm in your hand. It’s not a combination lock, and it doesn’t seem to have a slot for a key. “It is weird,” you agree.
“Now I really want to get these bags open!” The cab driver laughs. “I can’t resist a challenge!”
Stine, R. L.. Secret Agent Grandma (Give Yourself Goosebumps #16) (p. 85). Scholastic Inc.. Kindle Edition.
I hope the next choice is: “The cab driver asks if you want to accompany him on his next bank robbery. Turn to page 34 if you tell him no way, Jose. Turn to page 107 if you’re like FUCK YEAH, PEACE OUT, GRANDMA!’
It really would be in Invasive Cab Driver’s best interest to invite me along on a heist because I notice that there’s a rose on the lock and when I press it, the suitcase pops open!
The suitcase spins around and around. As it bounces wildly, the sides slowly open. Purple mist escapes from the bag with a hissing sound.
Stine, R. L.. Secret Agent Grandma (Give Yourself Goosebumps #16) (p. 105). Scholastic Inc.. Kindle Edition.
Invasive Cab Driver and I are flung off the front steps by the suitcase’s antics. Antics which include…a giant rosebush bursting forth from the suitcase, defying all laws of nature and science that I thought to be true.
Grandma rocks up giving evil smiles and making ominous statements about how the plant has “a very special diet” and that she thinks it’s “time for lunch.”
I’m going to level with you all: my eyes are slowly sliding over to the cab driver like hope it’s you, bro.
Your heart pounds triple time. One of the enormous roses bends down toward the cab driver. In a flash, it gobbles him up. You shut your eyes. But you can still hear the cab driver’s muffled screams.
Stine, R. L.. Secret Agent Grandma (Give Yourself Goosebumps #16) (p. 117). Scholastic Inc.. Kindle Edition.
There’s a valuable lesson in this about respecting other people’s property and privacy.
Before I can truly reflect on this valuable life lesson, the sentient plant eats me too.
Okay, Matthew, I think you now need to circle back and instead tell the cab driver NO WAY over on page 7.
