Attack of the Killer Mold
The Adventures of Borax Boy & Tea Tree Girl
It was a sultry Seattle night. The kind of evening when the air feels guilty, like trouble is brewing and something serious is about to go down. The forces of evil stirred in the streets with electricity. A dark cloud descended on the landscape and threatened to consume the Space Needle. The city was in real danger! The citizens of Seattle gathered in the streets as the inky blackness spilled across the sky, snuffing out the moon. No one knew exactly what lurked behind that cloud, but one after another, the good people of Fremont and Queen Anne paled and swooned, crumpling on the hot asphalt. They coughed and gripped their throats, their chests. The black cloud appeared to be seeping into their lungs, and the sickness spread swiftly among them until they were all clutching their stomachs and gasping for air like freshly netted salmon.