At Monster High, Abbey was panicking and pointing at the computer screen. Ghoulia was typing as fast as she could, trying to control the satellites and divert the comet. Heath Burns and Manny Taur, two classmates of the ghouls, were passing by the laboratory and saw what was happening. Immediately they thought they knew what was going on. The ghouls were playing some cool new video game!
“Yes,” Abbey directed Ghoulia. “Move satellites closer to investigate comet.”
“Cool game!” Heath and Manny exclaimed together, peering at the screen.
“No!” shouted Abbey.
But Heath didn’t listen. He grabbed Ghoulia’s laptop and began pounding the keyboard. “Quit hoggin’, Ghoulia. My turn!”
“I got next!” Manny announced.
Heath was pressing all kinds of command buttons. “Okay, so what do you do? Crash into the comet? Cool!”
Out in the darkness of space, the satellites veered and shifted. They were all headed right toward the comet!
Beep! Beep! Beep! The control panel, deep in the heart of the comet, was sensing danger. But the pilot or the passenger was fast asleep. Still, an automatic button sent a beam of pure music blasting toward the satellites, which flew off in different directions.
Abbey and Ghoulia watched in horror. But they didn’t dare tell Manny and Heath what was really going on. They didn’t want to alarm them.
“Holy smokes!” shouted Heath, excited. He pressed another command and sent a satellite back in the direction of the comet. He was going to destroy it and win.
Ghoulia pulled Abbey aside, whispering to her.
“Comets have defense systems?” Ghoulia had explained to her that something very strange was going on.
Maybe the comet wasn’t a comet at all. Maybe it was a…
“Spaceship!” exclaimed Abbey.
But what did that mean? Was it still going to crash into Boo York and destroy it? And what if the satellites destroyed the spaceship? What if someone was on board?
One of the satellites rotated. The comet blasted toward Earth.
Ghoulia grabbed the keyboard back. She had to figure out what to do!
“So spaceship means somebody inside, right?” realized Abbey.
Ghoulia acknowledged her with a groan.
Mr. Rotter poked his head into the laboratory. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing! “Video games! On school grounds!”
Manny and Heath exchanged a worried glance. Were they in trouble again?
But Mr. Rotter was about to surprise them. “I love video games,” he exclaimed. He high-fived Manny and sat down at the large computer monitor.
“Yeah!” said Manny. Maybe Mr. Rotter was cooler than he seemed.
Ghoulia barely noticed her teacher sitting down. She was focused on trying to find out more about the pilot of the comet. How could she do that?
Abbey was thinking out loud. “Maybe space pilot in deep frozen sleep. No big deal. In old country, we do this all the time.”
As if on cue, Ghoulia’s laptop screen showed a thermal scan of the comet. Deep in its heart was a figure, hunched over and fast asleep.
“So we wake pilot, we save world?” asked Abbey. “But how we do that?”
That was the question, but Ghoulia didn’t know the answer… yet.
Deep inside the comet, the pilot stretched and yawned.