““Uncle Mort glanced at Pandora, then back at the Juniors. "Okay, kids. Brace yourselves. And try not to yell too much." Elysia's hand tensed on Lex's arm. "I hate it when he says that," she whispered. Uncle Mort gave them a sympathetic smile. "Remember that old chestnut about the wickedest Grim of all time?" He pounded on the roof. Grotton's head popped down through the ceiling, a snaky grin stretching from ear to ear. The screams were so loud, Dora nearly drove into a tree””
