Adam yelled out to Nancy, “Hey, did you just call me fat and ugly?”

“If the adjectives fit, oh meat-headed one,” she said.

Adam looked at his gang. “All right, boys, time to show the Funkies who’s boss. Let’s give ’em the Deadly Dose.” The gang loaded fresh paintball bullets marked with skulls and crossbones in their guns and pointed them at the ceiling.

“Don’t!” yelled Alfred. He shot tomato seeds at them, but they bounced harmlessly off the gang.

“Aim!” said Adam.

“Stop!” screamed Nancy, squirting ketchup at them. Adam just licked it off his shirt.

“Fire!!”

“NOOOO!” Freddy tried to run away, but his foot hit some wet paint on the floor and he flipped up in the air, directly in front of the paintball guns as they fired. The paintballs hit him at the same time, covered him with a black ooze, and sent him flying up, up, up to the ceiling.

“Retreat, men!” barked Adam. “Mission accomplished.”

The Spanker gang flew out the door.

Alfred and Nancy watched Freddy shooting to the ceiling. He seemed to be moving in slow motion, his mouth open and one long scream coming out of it. “AAAAAHHHHHH!”

When Freddy hit the ceiling of the Burger Castle, the black, sticky ooze rained down all over the restaurant.

BAM! Freddy hit the floor and lay there. He slowly sat up and looked at his father and sister. Covered in black, they all looked like they had just struck oil.

“And stay out,” whispered Freddy to the long-gone Adam Spanker and his gang.

“Well,” said Alfred as he wiped the black off his glasses. “Those boys certainly are mischievous.”

“Mischievous?” exclaimed Nancy. “They should be in prison.”

“Now, Nanny Boo-Boo,” replied her father.

“Maybe we should leave town, Dad,” said Nancy. “Adam’s father owns the Patty Cakes, and he’s the police chief, and the mayor. We don’t stand a chance. And I’m running out of clothes that don’t have paint splotches on them.”