Scratch. Tap. Scritch. Tap. Sigh. Leo stopped typing for a minute and smiled to himself. He looked across the kitchen table at his friend Chad. This was one of Leo’s favorite ways to spend an afternoon—him on his laptop, Chad with his sketchbook. Two different artists, one awesome subject: zombie...
Leo said. Six hours of dusting down, Chad and Leo were back in Leo’s lab with Roger. “Evil Principal V really is evil.” “Like, make-zombie-slaves-to-dust-your-miniature-unicorns evil?” Chad asked. “Exactly,” Leo said. “And I think he’s using this plant to do it.” Leo held out the sample of the br...