Justin went to the refrigerator (this turbo charged elevator happened to have one) and got the novoctopus a cold Soda.
“Thanks,” said the grumpy novoctopus, “I guess I’ve got to grant ya’ one wish for freeing me from the bottle.”
The students looked at each other and they all said together, “We wish we had the instruction manual to this turbo-charged flying elevator!”
The novoctopus said, “Your wish is granted,” and then he disappeared in a cloud of blue smoke.
( You’ll find out what happens next in CHAPTER 13
which Mr. R. hasn’t had the chance to program yet…)
