Wolfie & Fly: Chapters 4–9

“Now give me an order,” he said.
“Um, let me think. Okay, check the old radio dial.”
“You mean the pressure gauge?”
“Fine, the pressure gauge.”

The box began to tremble.
“Fly, stop shaking us.”
“I’m not. I thought you were doing it.”
“You’re so fidgety, you don’t even know when you’re bouncing up and down..."

Renata could hear a gurgling noise and then a sort of rush. She leaned toward the porthole and stared. Water was pouring into the house through the open windows! How could that be?

“It’s not like this has ever happened to me before, either. But I say we should just go with it.”
“But this isn’t logical,” Renata protested. “It doesn’t make sense.”
“Who cares if it’s logical? It’s fun! Look outside, Wolfie. It’s amazing.”

Renata leaned toward the porthole and together they gazed out. “Hey,” she said, “a clown fish!”
She and Livingston watched as the orange-and white-striped fish darted back and forth. “It’s so beautiful,” said Renata. “They live among poisonous sea anemones. The poison doesn’t affect them. Isn’t that cool?”

Renata and Livingston watched the baseball as it floated along. It was going in the same direction as them at the same speed.
“But how did it get in the ocean?” Renata asked.
“Well, it was stuck under the house.” Livingston shrugged. “Maybe the water dislodged it. This is a great chance.”
“A chance for what?”
“A chance to get the baseball back, of course. Then I can give it to my brother. It’ll save my life.”

It was definitely another submarine, made of gleaming metal. But it was a submarine in the shape of what, exactly?

The most horrible screech yet came from the screen. “What! You defy me? You will regret this.”
“Actually,” said Renata, “I regret it already.”

“Prepare for an attack!” cried the face. The face broke up and disappeared from the screen.
“Maybe he’s bluffing,” said Livingston. “I bet he just goes away.”

Renata and Livingston continued at top speed, eager to get away from the maniacal pirate with his deadly toast.

Every so often she had to maneuver around pieces of junk that thoughtless humans had dumped into the ocean—an old DVD player, a sofa and even a toilet.

Every so often she had to maneuver around pieces of junk that thoughtless humans had dumped into the ocean—an old DVD player, a sofa and even a toilet.

“I hate to interrupt,” said Renata, “but isn’t that the surface above us?”
They looked out the porthole. Yes, there was the surface of the ocean with the sun glinting off it.

They felt the sub surge forward at tremendous speed.
“Yee-haw!” cried Livingston.

Renata blinked her eyes. She pushed a piece of cardboard off of her and saw that she was sprawled on her own living room sofa.