Samantha said. A high-pitched whistle shrilled, and the Itchy clones jolted to life as though struck through by a bolt of electricity. Together they pointed at the window where Squeak and Boney stood, then began shrieking as they swarmed from the building. “Run!” Samantha shouted, dashing down the path toward the tracks. Boney darted after her, his arms and legs pumping like pistons. “Hey, wait up!” Squeak yelled, his messenger bag pounding against his legs as he flailed along the path. The hordes of Itchy clones surged after them, demonic mouths gaping, the ground shaking from the impact of their feet. “They’re too fast!” Squeak wailed. “Keep running!” Boney screamed. Ahead of them, Samantha skidded to a stop and began digging through her bag. She pulled out a little black box with a big red button and held it up. “Come on!” she yelled to Boney and Squeak. “Don’t look back!” She waved them on, and the two boys raced down the path with all their might. Boney glimpsed over his shoulder and saw the tide of Itchys swelling and rising behind him.
