Goosebumps HorrorLand #17: The Wizard of Ooze

Goosebumps HorrorLand #17: The Wizard of Ooze


160 pages


Take a little Horror home with you!
Marco is a diehard fan of The Ooze, a comic book villain with the power to sludge his enemies. So when he finds a super-rare edition at the Chiller House gift shop, Marco is sure he has found something special for his collection.
Outside of HorrorLand there are a few other people interested in the comic book. The kinds of people you don't want to mess around with. Like a muscular monster of a man dressed as The Ooze. But if he's only wearing a costume, why does he leave an oily mess everywhere he goes? And why is he following Marco?



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Date de parution 31 mars 2015
Nombre de lectures 3
EAN13 9780545301268
Licence : Tous droits réservés
Langue English

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He owns Chiller House, the HorrorLand gift shop. Sometimes he doesn’t let kids pay for their souvenirs. Chiller tells them, “You can pay menext time.” What does he mean bynext time? What is Chiller’s big plan? Go ahead — the gates are opening. Enter HorrorLand. This time you might be permitted to leave … but for how long? Jonathan Chiller is waiting — to make sure you TAKE A LITTLE HORROR HOME WITH YOU!
Gabriella and I stopped in front of the carnival ga me booths. I read the big green-and-purple sign: THE PLAY PEN. IT’S NOT HOW MUCH YOU WIN OR LOSE BUT HOW MUCH YOU SCREAM YOUR HEAD OFF! I rubbed my hands together. “These games look aweso me,” I said. “Maybe we’ll win some cool prizes.” Gabriella tossed back her wavy black hair. “When I was little, I won a goldfish at a carnival,” she said. “It was in a plastic bag filled with wate r. It was totally gross.” I squinted at her. “Totally gross?” She nodded. “When I carried it into the house, the bag broke open. The goldfish and all the water gushed out, and my dog swallowed the fish. I cried for hours.” “You always were a big crybaby,” I said. “Was not!” She gave me a hard push, and I stumbled into the PLAY PEN sign. I rubbed my shoulder. “Pick on someone your own siz e,” I said. She’s three inches shorter than me. But she’s tough and likes to punch and shove a lot. We’ve been friends since first grade. But people th ink we’re brother and sister because we