“Let’s have some fun in a cartoon world,” said Dylan, my
crazy?” I asked.
“I found a
special ball that claims it can take you into your favorite cartoon.” Dylan
held the glass ball in his hand.
I made a
“Come on, Elise,
please?” Dylan made a sad puppy face.
groaned and walked away.
fifteen, and had no time for that nonsense. Plus, Dylan should have known
better than to claim that an object could transport him into a cartoon.
know how he’d come up with it, or if he had read it somewhere. If the latter,
then that person needed to be penalized.
I went up
to my room and sat on my bed. Perhaps, chatting with friends could take that
ridiculous statement off my mind.
I picked up
my phone—only for Dylan to scream.
bolted up and rushed out of my room. “Dylan?! Are you all right?!” I opened his
bedroom door. He wasn’t there. My parents were out of town this weekend, so
they couldn’t help.
and exhaling, I hurried down the stairs and checked every room. I finalized
with the family room—only to find steam arising from Dylan’s ball. I gasped and
knelt. “Oh, no,” I moaned.
My knee pressed
on something, which happened to be the remote. The TV turned on, but it played
a commercial. The cartoon, “Tyndale and Tina”, about two talking-dogs, came on.
The episode started as always—yet a familiar voice sounded, shouting, “Help, help,
somebody help me!” A cartoon boy burst into the room with Tyndale and Tina. The
kid had pale-blonde hair, and wore the same clothes Dylan wore. Either this was
a new episode or…Dylan had ended up in the cartoon.
you and what are you doing here?” asked Tyndale.
sucked into this world!” exclaimed the kid.
I inhaled. “Dylan!”
I knocked on the monitor. “Dylan!”
None of the
you hear me?!” I asked. “It’s me, Elise, your sister!”
I stood and my breathing quickened. If my mom and dad found out about this,
they’d ground me, especially since they’d left me in charge.
drifted to Dylan’s ball. I stared at it. It could be the only way for me to
save my brother. But how would I—or we—get out? There had to be something.
I crept to
the object and picked it up. It had a couple buttons. I would not press any of
them, though. One was green and the other was red.
the sphere and thought about where the instructions could be. Maybe in Dylan’s
upstairs and entered his bedroom. Toys, clothes, and games covered the floor. I
picked up each item, but found nothing that could be a manual.
searched under Dylan’s bed. Still no sign of paper. I returned downstairs and looked
everywhere in the family room. Nothing.
I going to do? I asked myself. There’s got to be something.
into the ball’s buttons and gulped. Perhaps, I should take my chances and press
one. Hands trembling, I aimed for the red button. I breathed and touched it. Then
I pushed it. Nothing happened.
and sat on a couch. But the thing lit from the inside and projected a ray. The
noise of Dylan yelping occurred. His colors came out and formed his figure. He
landed on the carpet and the beam reversed back into the sphere.
stood and crouched by him. “Are you okay?”
He lifted himself.
I didn’t believe you,” I said.
have used that stupid ball,” said Dylan. “We’ve got to get rid of it.”
“Can you not
tell mom and dad about this, either?” asked Dylan.
tell them.” I hugged him. “I’m glad to have you back.”