by RL Stine
Along the way you discover tufts of cottony white fluff popping out of pod plants. “This stuff is cool,” you exclaim. “It looks like popcorn!”
You grab a handful. You toss it at Gina. It lands in her hair. “Cut it out,” she complains. She brushes the white fluff away with a giggle. “Hey — it’s like dry snowballs!”
You snatch up more of the white stuff. When you collect enough, you’ll dump it on Gina. You can have a fluff fight!
Soon your arms are full of the stuff. It piles up past your chin. Gina glances at you and starts laughing.
“What’s so funny?” you demand.
“The fluff! It gives you a white beard!” She giggles again. “It makes you look like Hooahtoo!”
“Oh, yeah!” You laugh, too. “I guess it does!” Turning your white-bearded face toward the top of the mountain, you speak in a loud, commanding voice. “I am Hooahtoo. Erupt, oh great Kenalua Volcano! Erupt!”
Turn to PAGE 120.
The creeping figures wear masks that are smaller and plainer than Dr. Oates’s. They hand out similar masks to the kneeling workers.
Dr. Oates raises both arms in the air and chants a terrifying rhyme:
“The one in the mask
With Tiki Eyes
Gets to decide
Who lives and who dies!”
You and Gina stare at each other, your eyes wide with fear.
“He’s evil!” Gina cries. “We have to get out of here! Now!”
“We have to stop him,” you argue. “Who knows what he’ll do? And it’s our fault. We gave him the eye!”
If you let Gina talk you into running away, turn to PAGE 110.
If you stay to try to stop Dr. Oates, turn to PAGE 114.
You don’t know what kind of power the Tiki Eye actually has. But you have to do something!
You reach back to the artifacts table. You grab the first thing your fingers touch. You hold it out in front of you.
An ancient mirror.
“Aaaaaaiiiiiieeeee!” Kala shrieks.
Lightning flashes in the sky outside the tent. In a single strike, it bursts through the tent. It hits your mirror, then ricochets off. It knocks Kala to the ground. Before your eyes, he shrivels and turns to dust.
All that is left is the sacred Tiki Eye.
Should you grab it?
No. Better not.
Let someone else find out what mysteries lie in the Tiki Eye!
THE END
The horrible creature drags you through the water. It pulls you into another pool-filled cave.
Filled with more giant octopuses!
You don’t have time to think! To move! To scream!
All of the monster octopuses wrap their arms around you. The rows of suction cups on each of their arms suck at your skin until it’s purple. They grip you so hard, you can barely breathe!
There are too many octopuses to count. And there are definitely too many to escape from. Unless you can wiggle your way out of their tangled mess and leave them tied up in their own knots.
If you think you can wiggle your way out of this tangled octopus maze, turn to PAGE 121.
If you try the escape method you always use when you wrestle with Gina — tickling under the arms — turn to PAGE 48.
“You’ve found the missing Tiki Eye!” Dr. Oates exclaims.
“Tiki Eye?” you repeat. You glance at the stone piece sitting on the towel. The painted eye stares back. You shiver. Something about the stone gives you the creeps.
But Dr. Oates doesn’t find the stone scary. He’s so happy, he’s practically dancing.
“This eye is what our entire archaeological expedition is all about,” he gushes. “It’s what we’ve been digging for! All of this effort is to restore the mask to its complete form.”
Gina examines the stone. “If this stone is the eye in the mask,” Gina asks, “how did the person wearing the mask see? The stone piece is solid.”
Dr. Oates beams at her. “Very observant,” he comments. “The masks were so large, the eye-holes were lower down. The person wearing the mask would look out the mouth or nose holes.”
“What’s so special about the mask?” you demand. “Why is it so important to put it back together again?”
Dr. Oates’s tone abruptly changes. “Never mind that,” he snaps. “The information would mean nothing to you.”
Turn to PAGE 97.
Kala presses another button on the throne.
The back wall of the cave rises, and you see the beach. Cheering and whooping, everyone dashes out. You’re all free now.
“Thanks to you and Gina, Tiki Island is safe again,” Kala says as you walk out together.
“Well, I’m glad it’s over,” Gina comments.
“Time to start having a real vacation!” you add.
Kala punches you lightly on the arm. “Now maybe you’ll take me seriously, instead of thinking I’m always kidding around.”
You hang your head sheepishly. “I’m sorry,” you apologize. “I should have —”
Kala cuts you off. “Noooo,” he murmurs. His face pales. “They’re back!” He points a trembling finger at the cave behind you.
“The Tiki warrior spirits?” you gasp. You whirl around.
The cave is empty.
“Gotcha!” Kala laughs so hard, he doubles over. Gina giggles.
You shake your head.
Yup. Everything is back to normal on Tiki Island.
THE END
You and Gina put on your masks. Then you sneak out of the shack.
A group of masked workers surround Oates. “I command you by the Tiki Eye to follow all orders!” he shouts.
“We will follow all orders,” the group repeats.
They sound like robots. Or zombies.
“Soon Tiki Island will be totally in my control!” Oates cheers. “He who wears the Tiki mask shall rule!”
You glance around the site, trying to come up with a plan. Your eyes land on Dr. Oates’s tent. No one is near it. An idea pops into your head.
“Hurry!” you whisper to Gina. “Help me pull down this vine.” Together you work quickly and quietly to pull a long vine from a tree.
While Dr. Oates brags about all his power, you and Gina creep over to his tent. You stretch the vine across the entrance to Oates’s tent like a rope. Then you and Gina position yourselves on either side of the entrance.
Now all you can do is wait.
Cross your fingers for luck and go to PAGE 123.
You splash into an even bigger pool of clear, still water. Gina flops right beside you.
The waterfall empties into a lake inside another cave. This one is tremendous! The walls are made of pink crystals.
“It’s beautiful!” you declare as you gaze around. The entire cave glows pink. Black sand forms a strange, magical beach.
You swim over to a wall. You reach out to touch a pink crystal. It breaks off in your hand. It’s sharp, but too beautiful to throw away. You stuff it in your bathing suit to take home.
An earsplitting creaking sound echoes through the cave.
“What was that?” you murmur.
The creaking grows louder and steadier. The blue water turns black. The pink glow becomes bloodred.
Just feet from where you and Gina bob in the water, the ruins of a ship rise up out of the deep pool!
Go to PAGE 54.
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DO NOT READ THIS
BOOK FROM
BEGINNING TO END!
Your History class takes a trip to the new wax museum. You and your friends Liz and Jake hope the trip will make history less boring. But you have no idea what the Wicked Wax Museum has in store for you!
First, Jake vanishes! Do you and Liz stay in the museum to find him? Or do you leave to get help? If you stay, look out for strange men in doctor’s masks. Keep out of the Steaming Room if you can. And beware of wax figures that seem a little too lifelike. Especially that hooded one with the gleaming ax!
If y
ou leave the museum, get ready for a terrifying time. Meet Sybil Wicked and her skull-faced servant, Axel. They’ve developed a horrible new kind of plastic surgery. Can you and Liz escape before your faces get lifted — right off your bodies?
This scary adventure is all about you. You decide what will happen. And you decide how terrifying the scares will be!
Start on PAGE 1. Then follow the instructions at the bottom of each page. You make the choices.
SO TAKE A DEEP BREATH. CROSS YOUR FINGERS. AND TURN TO PAGE 1 TO GIVE YOURSELF GOOSEBUMPS!
“Cool!” you exclaim to your best friends, Liz and Jake. “The field trip to the Wicked Wax Museum is today. I can’t believe our class gets to see it the day before the grand opening.”
“Finally, Mr. Dunning’s History class won’t be such a bore,” Jake adds, flipping his black baseball cap around backward. “Mr. Dunning. More like Mr. Dull!”
“You said it,” Liz giggles. Her red curls bounce when she laughs. “Hey, why is it called the Wicked Wax Museum, anyway?”
“That’s the name of the guy who owns it,” Jake explains. “Dr. Izzy Wicked. He made all the wax figures.”
“Well, according to Mr. Dull,” Liz adds, “the museum is supposed to bring history to life for us, or something like that.”
“Yeah, right.” Jake smirks. “And maybe the wax figures will come to life, too.”
“Oh, gross!” Liz cries. “You’re giving me the creeps, Jake.”
“Come on, you two,” you say. “The bus is here. Let’s be first in line so we can grab the backseats.”
Go to PAGE 2.
On the bus, you rush to the back. You and Liz take a two-seater. Jake sits alone across the aisle with his red-sneakered feet on the seat. Now no one else can sit there.
Jake leans back. His chin-length brown hair falls over the top of the seat. “Let’s get this crate rolling,” he mutters.
“All right, people,” Mr. Dunning shouts from the front of the bus. “Thanks to my personal donation to the museum, we get to see the place before it opens to the public tomorrow.” The teacher does one last head count. “All right, Sal,” he says to the driver. “We’re all here. Let’s go.”
As soon as the bus starts moving, Jake presses his nose and open lips flat against the window for the viewing pleasure of other people on the road. Then he breathes on the window and writes in the steam, HONK IF YOU HATE HISTORY!
“Honk!” you say, laughing.
“Honk, honk!” Liz adds. You and Liz are honking so loud you don’t see Mr. Dunning coming down the aisle. He looks mad.
Go to PAGE 3.
“That’s enough out of you three! You’re always making trouble,” the red-faced Mr. Dunning sputters. “If you hate history so much, you can just wait for the rest of us in the lobby.”
“Oh, brother,” you groan. “There goes our fun.”
Minutes later, the bus pulls up to a stone building. Mr. Dunning leads the class into the lobby of the Wicked Wax Museum.
A scowling woman in a purple turban and gold bracelets sits inside a ticket booth. “These three students will not be going in,” Mr. Dunning tells her. He turns to you, Jake, and Liz and points to a bench by the wall. “Sit there, you little monsters. And you’d better still be sitting there when I come back!”
The class leaves you behind as they enter the Hall of Historical Exhibits. A red door closes after them. Jake manages to sit still for a few minutes. Then he jumps up and says, “I think it’s time for us to take a little tour of our own.”
Turn to PAGE 75.
R.L. Stine’s books are read all over the world. So far, his books have sold more than 300 million copies, making him one of the most popular children’s authors in history. Besides Goosebumps, R.L. Stine has written the teen series Fear Street and the funny series Rotten School, as well as the Mostly Ghostly series, The Nightmare Room series, and the two-book thriller Dangerous Girls. R.L. Stine lives in New York with his wife, Jane, and Minnie, his King Charles spaniel. You can learn more about him at www.RLStine.com.
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