Page 76 of The Accidental Dragon Baby

“That’s a partial barrier spell, just an impenetrable straight wall,” Ace murmured. “Uriel cast it with his magic. Raptor used his blood to activate the runes.”

With Ace flying and Raptor setting up several barriers, they trapped Watsonator and his minions, forcing them out toward the highway.

Ivo squeaked again. Headlights approached them in the darkness.

Watsonator’s group left the forest and raced toward the highway, their mage glowing with the beginnings of a spell.

“Keep them away from the cars,” Ace said.

Raptor leaped off Ace’s leg and shifted in midair, flying fast toward Watsonator’s group.

Watsonator’s men tensed when he approached. Ivo squeaked worriedly.

Above him, Ace muttered, “Hang on, let me think.”

He swerved around and made a sound, flying in the opposite direction.

The vehicle they approached was... not a vehicle.

It was a giant fake sausage on top of a giant hot dog bun. The entire thing was as big and long as a bus. A dark window stretched across the front end of the sausage, where the driver was.

What is that?Ivo tried to squeak.

“That,” Ace said, “is the Sausage Mobile.”

Sausage Mobile?

“I don’t know if you’ve heard of it. It’s something that came out of Cartfalls, and it’s been slowly visiting the rest of the states. It’s a sausage missionary, spreading the good word of sausages wherever it goes.”

What the hell was Ace going to do with it?

Before Ivo could begin to speculate, Ace took a sharp dive toward the Sausage Mobile.

It was dark enough that Ace’s dragon form melted into the night; the driver didn’t see him coming.

At the last moment, Ace shifted back into a human and landed on the outside of the Sausage Mobile, digging his half-shifted claws into the side of the vehicle. He ripped away the driver’s door to leave a gaping hole.

The driver screamed.

“Sorry,” Ace said in all his glorious nudity. “I’m afraid we have to borrow this for a bit.”

He reached into the cab and turned the steering wheel, forcing the Sausage Mobile to change lanes.

They were rapidly approaching the car that Watsonator’s men had managed to commandeer.

Raptor was on the ground, thrashing against a glowing net. Ivo squeaked.

Ace’s voice dropped to a dangerous growl. “Yeah, we’re gonna rescue him.”

“You can’t just do this!” the Sausage Mobile’s driver yelled.

“You’ll find that I can.” Ace stomped on the brakes and unbuckled the driver’s seatbelt. Then he grabbed the man by the front of his shirt and hauled him out of his seat.

The driver’s eyes widened. “We’re gonna crash!”

“With any luck, it’ll be a good crash,” Ace said.

“What the—”

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