The Attack of the Aqua Apes Read online

  CONTENTS

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  About R.L. Stine

  LOOKING FOR MOPE SPOOKY ADVENTURES

  ON FEAR STREET? DON’T MISS:

  HIDE AND SHRIEK

  —AND—

  WHO’S BEEN SLEEPING IN MY GRAVE?

  1

  “You have the power to create life!” That was what the ad in the back of the comic book claimed.

  “Pretty cool,” Scott Adams said as he studied the ad carefully.

  Scott sat on the porch steps in front of his house, reading comic books with his best friend, Glen Brody.

  “Check this out!” Scott handed Glen the ad. It showed a picture of a mad scientist. He was peering into a giant tank of water full of strange-looking creatures. Creatures called “aqua apes.”

  “ ‘Aqua apes?’ ” Glen laughed. He pulled off his glasses and polished them on his flannel shirt. “What are those? Swimming monkeys?”

  “I don’t know.” Scott shrugged. “They look more like lizards to me.”

  “Well, what are you supposed to do with them?” Glen asked.

  “You grow ’em. That’s what’s so cool. They come from magic crystals. See?” Scott pointed to the packet of magic crystals in the mad scientist’s hand.

  “Oh, right.” Glen rolled his eyes. “Swimming monkeys from magic crystals. I don’t think so.”

  “Yeah, well, they say it’s guaranteed. Or you get your money back,” Scott said. “They wouldn’t say that if it didn’t work.”

  “Maybe.” Glen didn’t sound convinced.

  “You want to send away for them?” Scott asked.

  “No way,” Glen replied.

  “Come on. What have we got to lose?”

  “Three dollars and ninety-five cents,” Glen answered. “Plus postage and handling.”

  Scott knew it would be hard to convince Glen to spend the money—but he had to. You see, almost all the kids in school could tell creepy stories—stories about totally weird things that happened to them. Like being chased by ghosts in the Fear Street Cemetery. Or getting attacked by half-human, half-animal creatures in the Fear Street Woods.

  But Scott didn’t have a single story to tell. Not one. Which, when you think of it, was the weirdest thing of all. Because everyone knew that if you lived near Fear Street, scary things happened to you. Period.

  But Scott had lived near Fear Street his entire life. And he didn’t have a single creepy story to tell.

  Until—maybe now. If he could just convince Glen to send away for the magic crystals. . . .

  “Such a small price to pay for ‘the power to create life.’