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Dan Danby Vs The Underthings!
Dan Danby Vs The Underthings!
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PROLOGUE
Deep down in the belly of the Earth, the Dark Prince trudged up the
mountain upon his mighty war-toad. He was large, this Dark Prince, and kind of
four-legged beetle. He turned his gaze to the gloomy army behind him and pulled
back hard on the reigns. The war-toad stopped, sat down, and let out a
“Companies, halt!” shouted General Greep, the large Troll who was the
But with the wheezing of troops and the metal breeches grating more
loudly than corduroy, only the first few rows heard him. They stopped, and were
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promptly knocked over by the still marching troops behind. Soon the whole army
The soldiers untangled themselves and, after much muttering, stood at the
“Today,” proclaimed the Dark Prince, “we take over the world above!”
But the Dark Prince’s voice was muffled by his enormous helmet, and the
soldiers—some of whom could have sworn he’d said “Today we make yogurt
“Your majesty,” said the General, “I don’t think they heard you.”
“I know, but perhaps, for the sake of expedience, you could repeat
The Dark Prince raised his mouth-guard and cupped his hands. “I said,
today we invade the world above!” There was no reaction. “Did you hear me?”
“Then why didn’t you cheer? We’re invading a whole other world today.
“I think they want to hear from the King,” said the General.
“Really? Do you want to hear from the King?” asked the Dark Prince.
“Oh, all right. You shall hear from your King, but keep in mind that he is
General Greep led the feeble King, strapped to a war-toad, up beside the
Dark Prince.
“Oh, King,” said the Dark Prince, “do you give your blessing to this
invasion?”
“Then let us now take over the world above!” The Dark Prince raised his
The army roared again. But soon the roar subsided, replaced by more
muttering.
“Your majesty,” said General Greep, “I think they want to know where they
He did. Directly above, in the roof of the world—the solid layer of rock that
separates the world below from the world above—was a rectangular hole.
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“It’s quite high, you know,” said the General. “We couldn’t hop up there, or
even jump.”
“Have faith,” said the Dark Prince. He reached into his sack and pulled
“A magic wand, if you will,” and then the Dark Prince laughed the laugh of
a man who was about to rule the world. “Ha, ha, ha! Ha, ha, ha! Ha! Ha! Herch,
ehghh, acccch! Eerchh! Aerchg!” He was having one of his coughing fits. He shut
his mouth in a desperate attempt to preserve his regal demeanour, but the
pressure built up into a mighty hack! that knocked him off his war-toad. He
fumbled through his sack, grabbed his puffer, and took a couple of breaths.
“Now, where was I? Oh, yes. . .” He raised the metallic wand and pointed
The Dark Prince raised his thumb and pressed down on the big red button.
—nothing.
“It’s probably just stuck,” said the Dark Prince, shaking the wand in his
hand. He pressed the button again. Nothing. He banged it across his head, then
Underworld looking on, he popped off the little cover on the back, took out the
nine volt battery, and stuck it to his tongue. Nothing. The battery was dead.
“No!” he screamed.
CHAPTER 1
Daniel Danby sat jammed between boxes in the back of the car,
wondering. He wondered why they were moving. He wondered if he’d ever see
his friends again. He wondered why he felt something gross in his ear. At least
“Stop it!” he yelled at his sister, Matilda, or Matty, as she was more
commonly called.
“But she put her finger in my ear!” said Dan. “And it was wet!”
“Mom?”
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Matty smiled and popped a Tic Tac in her mouth. Dan tried to melt her
“I’ll get you, critter,” said Dan. “You shall pay, oh yes, one day you shall
pay!”
Dan used to get excited when he saw the big tree—it meant they were
almost at his grandparents’ house. But then his grandparents got vaporized in a
freak silo accident and all it meant was that he was almost at creepy Uncle Stan’s
house. But now, since Uncle Stan’s mysterious disappearance, the tree meant
something different again. Now it meant that Dan was almost at his house.
“Now, where the heck is the entrance?” said Dan’s father, slowing to a
“Oh.”
Dan’s father turned the car onto the weed-covered path and into the dark
forest. This used to be Dan’s favourite part: he always felt like he was leaving the
normal world and going someplace wonderful and strange. But today it was
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different. Today it felt like he was going to prison… slowly, slowly, going to prison
“I was making a joke,” said Dan. “If you went any slower we’d be going
backwards.”
“I’m not in the mood, Dan,” said his father. “Don’t make me stop the car.”
“What?”
“Well, it’s not funny. And it’s not a joke if it’s not funny!”
was tired of being yelled at. Besides, they were on top of the final hill and he
could see his grandparents’ house sitting in the valley below like an anvil on a
stop in the driveway. The house looked exactly like Dan remembered: every line
was crooked, doors and windows were placed seemingly at random, and walls
started out as brick, then turned to wood then to concrete then to glass and then
to metal. And, of course, it was dark. It was always dark there: hidden from the
sun by the hills and the trees and the fog that rose from the swampy ground.
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“Here, take this,” said Dan’s father, handing him a box from the trailer. Dan
looked at the label, which read: accounting work books (12), pens (8 red, 5
“Cool.” One thing Dan had been looking forward to was getting to play with
the suits of armour, stuffed tigers, and Egyptian funeral urns that were usually in
the atrium, all there was were boxes, boxes, and more boxes.
“But. . .”
“No buts, Daniel. Now, why don’t you see if you can find all the parts for
the bunk bed? You and your sister need a place to sleep tonight.”
“But. . .”
“I said, no buts!”
The only other thing Dan had been looking forward to was finally getting
his own room. For his whole life (except the first two years which, to his eternal
regret, he couldn’t remember) he’d had to share with his sister—but there was
lots of space at his grandparents’. Then, just as they were leaving, his father
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said, “You and your sister will be sharing the old guest room,” as if he were telling
Dan it was cold outside, so maybe he should put on a jacket. Dan begged,
pleaded, and screamed, but his father didn’t budge—he didn’t even give a
reason.
By the time the bunk bed was put together it was time to sleep. Dan’s
“Do you want me to leave the light on?” she asked on her way out.
Dan wanted to say yes. His grandparents’ place creaked, cracked and
groaned, and he always felt like something was watching him from the shadows.
But there was no way on earth he was going to say that in front of Matty.
“No, thanks. But if Matty wants it on, I guess it’s all right.”
The lights were off, but Dan’s eyes were open. Not only was he creeped
out, but he also knew Matty would have something super-annoying planned to
He waited.
He waited.
He waited.
He waited.
Creak!
He muffled a gasp.
Crack!
He muffled another.
Groan!
“No, I just have the hiccups. Hic. See?” He was scared—but he wasn’t
“A little.”
This was good news. Now she was the one who was afraid, and Dan
could be the concerned older brother protecting his frightened little sister from
imaginary monsters.
“Okay.” Dan pushed off the sheets and started up the ladder. “Don’t
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!”
one.
“Shut up, Matilduh!” Dan answered back from the floor where he’d fallen.
“You can’t make me, you can’t make me!” she sang victoriously.
All was quiet for a moment. Then Matty dropped the cat on his head.
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CHAPTER 2
Dan was sick of boxes—he was sick of picking them up, sick of putting
them down, sick of opening them, and really, really sick of his father telling him
he was doing it all wrong. He put the box he was carrying on the floor of the
storage room and noticed a box that was already there. Its label was: Stan’s
things: glasses (1), shirts (12 short-sleeved), shorts (3 pairs), socks (5 pairs-
He looked down the hallway—the coast was clear. He closed the door,
took out the pen-knife he wasn’t supposed to have, and cut through the tape.
Uncle Stan always wore the same thing: a loud Hawaiian shirt, beige shorts, thick
glasses, and hole-infested socks that didn’t match. Dan put on the ugliest shirt,
the stainiest shorts, the too-big glasses (that kept slipping off his nose), and—as
a finishing touch—shoved some extra clothes down his front to give himself an
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Uncle-Stan-sized belly. He knew, for the sake of accuracy, he should put the
socks on too, but they smelt like three-month-old luncheon meat, and he just
“I’m not falling for that,” said Matty, putting books on a shelf.
“Oh dear, oh dear,” said Matty, walking towards the door, “I’m just a small
child, minding my own business, not doing anything wrong. I am glad I am safe
was playing my fantasy role-playing Internet adventure! For that I will make you
smell me!”
“No!” screamed Matty. Dan grabbed her. Matilda pretended to take a sniff
and fell to the floor. “No one escapes Evil Uncle Stan!”
One day, several years ago, Dan and Matty had been left with Uncle Stan
while their parents and grandparents went into town. The thought of being alone
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with Uncle Stan terrified them, but it turned out to be not nearly as bad as they’d
thought. He just sat at his computer the whole time, playing a game involving
goblins, elves, and fair maidens in tight tops, and Dan and Matty—pleased with
puppet shows and chasing each other with forbidden objects. Everything was
going great until—as Dan ran after Matty with a King Cobra—Matty stopped
suddenly and stuck out her leg. Dan tripped, tumbled into Uncle Stan’s room, hit
his head on the corner of Stan’s desk, and knocked over a large jug of Dr.
Pepper.
“Look what you critters have done!” said Uncle Stan, swivelling on his
chair to reveal a large, dark stain on his beige shorts. “Why, oh why, did my
brother breed?”
“Sorry? Sorry? Do you think that’s enough? You filthy little creatures make
me sick. You think you can do anything you want because when you fail you just
go crying to your mommy and daddy. Well, let me tell you. One day your mommy
“But,” said Dan, “you still live with your mommy and daddy.”
Uncle Stan’s face, which was always pink and puffy, swelled until it looked
like an overripe tomato. “How dare you say this! How dare you belittle me, you
tiny little deviants!” He was so angry it looked like he might get out of his chair—
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something Dan and Matty had never seen him do. But, just then, Dan’s parents
and grandparents returned and Stan swivelled back to his computer. “I’ll get you
critters,” he hissed. “One day you shall pay, oh yes, you shall pay.”
And ever since that day Dan and Matty had played Evil Uncle Stan.
Dan’s father came into the living room. “Dan! Are you playing Evil Uncle
Stan?”
“I hope you didn’t hurt your sister,” said his father. “Are you all right
Matty?”
“Yes,” said Matty getting up slowly off the floor. “He didn’t hurt me that
much.”
“No, I don’t. All you do is tell me what I can’t do,” said Dan.
“That’s because you’re not mature enough to know what’s right on your
own.”
“I am so,” said Dan. “Just because you never do anything doesn’t mean I
can’t.”
“Dan, go to your room. And don’t you ever play Evil Uncle Stan ever
again.”
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“Honey,” said his mother. “Why don’t you let him have lunch first? I think
“Yes, critter,” Matty whispered into Dan’s ear. “Get to work, or I will
disconbobulate you.”
CHAPTER 3
Down in the Underworld on a cold, grey day (as it was every day there),
Bob the Shnob walked briskly up the road to the top of the mountain. Bob was a
short, scrawny, greeny thing who looked like he was made of rubber and who
had a sour look on his face like he’d just eaten a stack of scorpion stingers.
Standing at the top of the mountain were two Ogres—tall as trees, with
frightening fangs and arms are large as baby elephants. They smiled and waved.
“Don’t you good morning me!” yelled Bob. His voice was surprisingly loud,
like a small dog’s bark. “Look at my head! Well, look at it! What do you think?”
Bob’s head was covered in bumps and bruises and looked like an overripe pear
that had been kicked around and left on the counter for a week.
“No, because YOU keep missing the hole! You two stupid, flea-brained,
mush-headed Ogres keep missing! And I’m beginning to think you’re doing it on
purpose!”
“Well, get it right this time, okay?” screeched Bob. “And the Dark Prince is
peeved too. He wants to take over the world above today. Today! Got it?”
“I’m sorry, my micro-cranial friends, but it’s top secret. Now, shut up and
get to work!”
Bob put down his bag, took out a battered conical helmet and strapped it
“This is a parachute,” said Bob, putting his arms through the straps. “I had
the supply department make it so that I don’t keep crashing down on the rocks.”
“But we got the cushions for you,” said Duncan. Duncan and Cynthia had
“You think that’s funny? You think that’s funny! I barely got out before the
“Actually,” said Cynthia, “it’s really funny.” The two Ogres laughed and
“Look,” said Bob curtly, “you two won’t be laughing long. After I succeed,
the Dark Prince will make me a Duke. And do you know what the first thing I’ll do
is?”
“Pick your bum?” said Cynthia. The Ogres fell into fits of hysterics.
“Stop it! Stop it! That’s not even remotely funny. Not to anyone.” But the
Ogres obviously disagreed, and it was five minutes before they finished laughing.
“When I am Duke,” said Bob reiterating, “the first thing I’ll do is assign you
two idiots to spend the rest of your lives cleaning out the giant toad stables! Now,
Cynthia picked Bob up and placed him, twenty feet above, in the seat of
the giant sling-shot. Then she and Duncan grabbed the ends of the massive
chains that ran through the gears and pulled. With each pull the seat went further
But the Ogres didn’t stop. They wanted to set a speed record.
“STOP!”
Sproing! Bob went up like a rocket. But the Ogres had been so busy
concentrating on their record that they’d forgotten to make sure he’d miss. And
as Bob streaked towards the hole they had the sinking feeling he just might make
it. So did Bob, and he smiled as he pictured his glorious future—soon he’d be a
Duke: children would be named after him, a holiday would be declared in his
THUNK!
He missed the hole by five feet and hit the rock so hard that his head got
stuck up to his neck. His feet kicked, his arms whirled and, down on the mountain
“Are you a Duke yet?” asked Cynthia. “You certainly got crowned pretty
good.”
CHAPTER 4
Dan just wanted to sleep, but that wasn’t easy, with Matilda whistling
Jingle Bells loudly and off-key from the top bunk. She’d been doing it for fifteen
minutes now and, even though Dan knew she was just trying to get him to react,
“Sorry, Dan,” said Matty. “I just wanted to make sure you didn’t feel alone
in this scary, scary room.” She put her foot against the wall and pushed.
Crreeeaaak! went the bunk bed. “Did you hear that? I think it’s a ghost.”
“Shut up.”
“Or maybe it’s Uncle Stan, and he’s waiting for you to go to sleep so he
can hook you up to his computer and turn you into a robot.”
“Same difference.”
Matty didn’t have an answer for that and Dan, pleased that he’d won
something, closed his eyes and fell asleep. Soon he was dreaming of a large
yellow creature oozing towards him, sliming its way across the floor, sticking its
—ear?
“Aahhhhhhhhhh!” he screamed.
“A monster tried to suck out your brain our but all it found was ear wax,”
said Matty, wiping off her moist finger on her pink pyjamas.
“Night-night, Dan-Dan.”
This was usually her last manoeuvre, and Dan went back to sleep. But the
Grroeeeeaaaoooowwwnnn!
That didn’t sound like the bunk bed! He looked around—it was hard to tell
what was real and what was shadow, but he could swear that part of the wall was
A small head with large ears popped out of the wall. “Hmmpph. No, no, no,
Dan pulled the blanket over his head and waited for the nightmare to go
away. Then he thought—if I’m dreaming, then whatever’s out there isn’t real and
only a coward would hide in his own dream! So he got up, went to where the
head had popped out, and discovered that the wall was sticking out in a straight
line that ran from the floor to the ceiling. He put fingertips on the edge and pulled.
He found his pen-light and pointed it into the darkness. Beyond the door
was a tunnel, then steps going down. After reminding himself that he was
dreaming, he went into the tunnel and shut the door behind him—he didn’t want
Matty sneaking up on him, even in a dream. Then, with one hand on the wall, he
started down the stairs: it was damp, the air smelt of rot, and he could hear
his leg! He jerked his foot back, slipped on the slimy stairs, and tumbled down.
“Meow,” said the cat, surprised to find the leg she had just rubbed
disappear so quickly.
Dan hated that cat—he’d wanted a dog—but he was too busy trying to
stop falling down the stairs to think about that now. He grabbed at the steps and
kicked at the walls, but he only went faster, then—kwump! —he ran into some
“Ahhh!” said Dan. He shone his light at it: it was the creature from his
room! It was about three-and-a-half feet tall, with big eyes, huge ears, a large
“Sorry.” He aimed his light at the ground. There was an awkward silence,
The creature cleared its throat. “What are you doing here anyway?”
Bob the Shnob from the land of the Underthings. And I am here to greet you—a
“Good to meet you, Bob. I’m Daniel Danby.” Dan didn’t want to be rude,
but he’d never met a monster before, and he felt it would be best to leave as
“So soon?”
“I’ve got a lot to do tomorrow.” Dan gave Bob a little wave and started up
the stairs.
“Stop!” screeched Bob. Dan stopped. “Not that I wouldn’t let you go or
anything like that. But there was a question I was going to ask you.”
“What?”
“What?”
“Well—I was going to ask you if you’d like to take a look at the
Underworld—you’d be the first Overthing to see it. But since you’re in such a
“No, I’ll go,” said Dan. “I’m not afraid of anything.” Now he really hoped he
was dreaming.
Bob bounced quickly down the stairs and Dan followed, struggling to keep
up. And, as they went deeper and deeper into the earth, Dan couldn’t help but
“Not far now,” said Bob, after what seemed like forever.
Finally, the stairs ended and they entered a large room cut out of the rock.
There was a big rectangular hole in the middle of it, bent steel girders all over the
floor, a giant ball of rope in the corner, and, on the far side, a shiny aluminum
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machine that looked like a cross between a giant silver accordion and a Mechano
kit.
“How should I know?” replied Bob. “I’m not from here, you know.”
“Follow me,” said Bob, stepping over the metal girders as he made his
Dan stopped a few feet behind Bob and looked down. Far below—lit by a
dim glow that seemed to come from everywhere—was a mountain, further away
“What did I tell you?” said Bob, coming back beside him. “It’s even better if