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Chapter Four: No more Mr. Nice Guy

  “I…..hate…..Nikki Powergloves,” Jimmy said between clenched teeth.

  He was in an old abandoned warehouse with a hair dryer on full blast. The Giant Peter Powerhats was still stuck in a frozen block of ice, although it was beginning to melt into a cold puddle on the cement floor.

  Jimmy was mad, very mad. Nikki had beaten him again. He was tired of losing. Losing was for losers. And Jimmy was no loser.

  He just needed a new plan. But first he needed to unfreeze Peter. And so he moved the hair dryer up and down, up and down, warming the ice. As Jimmy worked, a crack formed in the ice near Peter’s arm. The fractured tentacle moved down and then split in five different directions, each growing bigger and bigger. Jimmy backed away.

  With a loud roar, Peter burst from the ice block, spraying bits and chunks of ice all over the place. “ARGH!” he yelled again. “It was really, really cold in there.” His skin was blue and he was shivering.

  Jimmy handed him a fleece blanket. “Here, warm up,” Jimmy said.

  Peter took the blanket from him, but it was way too small. He looked more like an ogre than a boy, towering five feet over Jimmy’s head. If he had had only one eye in the center of his forehead and a giant spiked club, he might have been a Cyclops from myth and legend. Peter raised a giant hand to his head and removed his neon-green hat. Instantly, he began to shrink. His muscles stopped bulging, his arms and legs thinned and shortened, and he returned to his normal size.

  He was a boy once more. Even while regular size, he was a giant to Jimmy. Peter stood almost a foot taller and outweighed Jimmy by thirty pounds. He was a big kid. Played basketball for his elementary school team. He was good. The star of the team. Jimmy smiled. He was glad to have him on his side.

  Wrapped in the blanket, Peter said, “That girl made us look really stupid!”

  “I know, Peter. I told you she was good. But I didn’t think she was that good. We underestimated her. But we won’t next time. We have to be smarter, stronger, faster. We will get our revenge, Peter. Next time we won’t take it easy on her, won’t be so nice. No more Mr. Nice Guy.”