The Great Monster Collect: Ice Queen

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THE GREAT MONSTER COLLECT: ICE QUEEN

By David Lang

There was no doubt Jimmeena was the Ice Queen. That

was certain. The question was, why was she going to school?

And why didn’t she like it when people called her “Your

Majesty,” or, “Royal Queen of the Glacier,” or, “Ah!

Forgive my insolence!?” And why did she wear that scarf in

the middle of spring? Okay, not everyone wanted to know

that last one, but you can understand why people were

confused.

“It’s part of her social experiment adventure

journey,” Quesley heard his Mother say as he woke up out of

bed. “She wants to know what it’s like to be normal; to

study the culture of us normal humans. It’s her mission.

She has no choice. That’s why she wants to do it.

Curiosity. One day she woke up and decided it would be fun

to live like a human for a change.”

Quesley brushed his teeth like the good little boy he

was and then went to the kitchen for breakfast. Now his

teeth would get all dirty again! Today was an off day for

Quesley’s class, so he sat down and took his time eating a

healthy cereal.

“Personally, I think it’s a publicity stunt,” Mother

said to the spatula.



“Good morning,” said Quesley as he ate. “Mother, why

do you speak to the spatula?”

“Because I miss speaking with your father, dear,” said

Mother. “But do not worry your eleven-year-old head. Your

father will come back to our house. He’s just had a

breakthrough on his case. He thinks he may finally be able

to prove that Zombieville is housing illegal monster

oddities.”

“You’d think the name ‘Zombieville’ would be a

giveaway,” added Quesley.

“Yes yes, but we don’t speak of that now; we might

give something away to listening ears. We shall speak of

the Ice Queen.”

“Bronze really seems to like her,” said Quesley. His

mother sighed.

“Poor Bronze,” she said. “Seventeen years old and yet,

he…it’s like he’s always in third place.”

“Third place isn’t so bad,” said Quesley. “It means

you had fun and got to win something.”

“Yes, yes,” said Mother. “But telling Her Majesty…I

mean, Jimmeena how he feels…it’s a big task, and the fact

that she’s a Queen doesn’t help.”

“But if he tells her, she’ll feel more like a normal

girl, which is what she wants-”



There was a stepping noise. Bronze had come down the

stairs, ready for school, but he looked tired.

“I’m going to school,” he said.

“Without breakfast?”

“There’s breakfast at school.”

“Don’t forget to tell her how you feel!”

Bronze stomped his foot.

“I don’t feel!” he said, and stormed out the door. “I

don’t have feelings for her!” his voice echoed from outside.

“…not that I would know about such matters, I am a boy

afterall,” said Quesley.

“Indeed, but a smart boy,” said Mother.

Quesley was done his cereal, so he went and watched

TV. When the cartoons were plenty over enough, he asked if

he could go outside.

“Mother, may I go outside and play?” he asked.

“Okay,” said Mother. “But bring Sandra with you.”

“I will, Mother Dear,” said Quesley like the good

little boy he was. But what one must know is that when

Quesley goes outside to play, it is not the same as it is

when you or I go out to play.

Bronze had made it to school that day. It was a great

day, but Bronze wasn’t great in his head. Nevertheless, he



decided to try to just be happy at school. Walking through

the mechanical door to his otherwise primitive (yet white

with painted red lines) classroom, he tried to get to his

desk.

“Bronze!” said a bright eyed boy about Bronze’s age.

“Bronze you are here I’m so glad!”

“I’m not in the mood for a high-five now, Snazzy,”

said Bronze. “I am not in a good mood because my mother

thinks I am in love with the Ice Queen.”

“Jimmeena,” said Snazzy, shifting his eyes. “She would

not want to hear that if she were her. Why can’t you say

her name?”

“I get nervous around royalty,” said Bronze as they

sat.

“What if, and I’m not saying you are…what if you get

nervous around the girl that you like?” Snazzy theorized.

“Am I?” thought Bronze aloud, suddenly not sure of

himself. “If I am I would not like to go about announcing

it. But I don’t know…”

“Dude, you so totally do like her!” said Snazzy. “You

always freeze up around her!”

“She is the Ice Queen.”

“That’s not what I meant.”



But the conversation was cut short as the door to the

classroom burst open and everything became darker…and more

blue. Icey gas like from dry ice flowed in through the

door, like sparkling ice gas. Her majesty had made her

entrance.

If only she realized that normal teenagers did not

enter rooms that way, but she had forgotten. Realizing her

mistake, she canceled all the ice and stepped into the

classroom apologizing.

“Forgive me! Jimmeena is a little off today!” she

smiled. “Hello, my fellow, normal classmates!”

“Do come in,” said the short guy at the desk. And come

in she did. Everyone tried not to pay attention as her

light blue skin reverted to its normal, human color. But

her hair stayed slightly darker blue; she couldn’t change

that. Looking otherwise like a normal seventeen year old

girl, but walking very much like royalty, she searched out

her seat.

“I think it’s over there, Your Majesty,” said a frizzy

haired girl. Jimmeena got nervous.

“Well, I, um…”

“That’s enough, Frizzy,” said the short man.

“Sorry,” said Frizzy, in a tired way that made it hard

to tell if she meant it or not.



“Find a seat, Jimmeena,” said the short man.

“Thank you,” Jimmeena bowed. She then took a small,

greenish grey fork from her bag and pointed it.

“Just like mine…” Bronze thought to himself. “Is

Snazzy correct?”

Using the fork, Jimmeena was able to direct herself to

an empty seat, just two seats away from Bronze. This made

Bronze get more nervous.

“No…is it…it can’t be!” he thought.

“Alright then, class,” said the short man. “Is

everybody here?”

“Yes,” all the students answered in unison.

“Are we ready to begin?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. Here we go…”

And with that, the lights dimmed, and the short man

slowly began to sink into the ground, under the floor

tiles. Then, a spotlight appeared behind the desk, and the

ceiling tile above broke off. A taller man jumped down on a

rope, stood up straight after landing, and faced the class.

“Good morning, class!” he said.

The lights returned to normal.

“Good morning,” the class responded.

The short man wasn’t really the teacher.





“Alright then,” said Quesley. “I guess I’m going

monster collecting.” Quesley was exited; monster collecting

was his favorite activity. Even if he didn’t want to find

the Cascade Stone, he would still want to go monster

collecting. Quesley walked into the garage and began

searching. There was more than one door to the garage, and

a girl about Quesley’s age walked in.

“Hello, Quesley! Are you going monster collecting

again?”

“Oh, hi Renell,” said Quesley. “I am going monster

collecting. Do you want to join me?”

“Okay!” Renell smiled.

Renell was Quesley’s best friend. They went to the

same class, so that’s why she wasn’t in school.

“But we are also searching for the nearest Cascade

Stone,” said Quesley, as they searched a cabinet.

“What if it’s far?” asked Renell, as they looked under

the coffee table.

“My mother packed lunch, so we have until dinner,”

said Quesley, as they walked out the backdoor and emerged

from a tree into a forest. “Alright, what tree do we try?”

“According to my sensors, the right tree is within ten

yards, but you will have to ask which tree is correct,”



Sandra said as animatedly as always. “With Sandra, it’s

always personal!”

“We’ll try the Riverland tree,” said Quesley, walking

towards one of the trees. Quesley and Renell walked through

the tree, which wasn’t really a normal tree at all; it was

a portal tree! They emerged in another forest, but this one

was much wider, with the trees farther apart, and there was

more sunshine. There was a river in the distance.

“There are cabins nearby,” said Renell. “Perhaps we

can ask about the stone there!”

“Okay, let’s go!” said Quesley, and the two skipped

towards the river. They came to a bridge and crossed it.

But after walking a little more, they heard rustling behind

a tree.

“Be careful, children,” Sandra said. “There’s a

monster nearby!”

Quesley and Renell stood there ground, ready to face

whatever was behind the tree. Soon, it emerged. It was

somewhere between the height of a child and an adult. It

had two legs, two arms, and was covered in brown fur. It

also had a darker, blue-ish hood, mouth mask and a short

cape. There was a great deal of fur, and the only

noticeable facial parts amidst the clashing fur and clothes



were two, large, bright blue eyes (so bright they might

have glowed in the dark).

“Rah!” said the monster, bearing its long, thick, dark

blue claws. “Rah!”

“It’s a moguuna!” said Quesley.

“Can Sandra scan it?” asked Renell.

“Sorry children, but I’m not allowed to scan any

monster until you’ve captured it! With Sandra, it’s always

personal!”

The moguuna was advancing.

“Rah!” it said again (it didn’t roar; it just said

“Rah!”)

“Well I am a monster collector after all, so I’ll use

a monster!” said Quesley. “We’ll need Blocky for this!”

Saying this, Quesley took a wide, metal disc with a

closed, mechanical compartment from his back pack. Jumping

back, he threw it at the ground. It opened up, and glowing,

blue green lights emitted from the disc. Moments later, it

stopped. Quesley sighed.

“Good thinking,” said Renell. “I could tell it was

really weighing you down. I can throw it away while you

keep the monster busy.”

“Thanks,” said Quesley. “And now to bring out Blocky!”



Quesley raised his Computer. Pop! Blocky was there in

an instant. Blocky was about almost three feet tall. He was

made of grey, square rocks, with the exception of the

torso, which was bigger and slightly brownish. He wore a

red headband and had two big eyes.

“Blockytheresamonsterafterusgetit!!” Renell said,

panicking.

“Don’t worry, I got this!” he said, stepping forward

and getting into a fighting stance. The moguuna stopped its

advance.

“A purebred,” he said. “You must belong to that boy.”

“I am loyal to the humans,” said Blocky. “You should

not harm them, and that is why I will stop you!”

“A purebred can’t stop me!”

“You underestimate me; Quesley here started out with

me, and that means I’m more experienced!”

“Experience THIS!” roared the monster, and running up

to Blocky, he gave him one, hard, swift kick. “Ouch!” he

said, grabbing his foot.

“Are you okay?” said Blocky.

“Well…I…I don’t know, I…I think I got a bruise…”

“Oh, here, let me see!” said Blocky, as the moguuna

sat down and showed Blocky his foot. “I don’t think it’s



bruised. You should be okay. But you shouldn’t kick me; I’m

made of rocks.”

“I’m sorry, I won’t do it again!” cried the moguuna,

standing up.

“Are you gonna be okay?”

“Y…yeah.”

“Okay.”

At that, the two resumed their fighting stances.

“I may not be able to attack you with my kicking

feet,” said the moguuna. “But now…now you shall undergo the

horror that is my thunder claw!”

Saying this, he raised his left claw. Blue energy

emitted from it. Everyone was nearly forced back at the

loud noise that emitted from the mogunna’s claw. The loud

boom was frightening. For its moment of duration, it

drowned out whatever small noised had come from the

surrounding nature. It was a loud boom. Renell covered her

face, shivering.

“It’s okay,” said Blocky. “It can’t hurt you, it…

imagine a really big drum!”

Quesley patted Renell on the shoulder, though he

himself was a little shaken too. The Moguuna smirked.

“If you thought that was scary,” it said. “Wait until

you see my lighting claw!”



Saying this, he raised his right claw, and blue sparks

of electricity emitted out. The children backed up. The

electricity went everywhere until it hit Blocky, but Blocky

just stood his ground.

“Why didn’t that work?” the monster growled.

“I am a martial artist,” said Blocky. “I have trained

myself to ignore such feelings of sparks and surges. My own

energy burns it out with my focus!”

“Really?”

“Nah. I’m just kidding. That also didn’t work because

I’m made of rocks.”

“Well that’s not fair! How am I supposed to win, or…

whatever it is I’m trying to do? No, wait…my claws! I will

attack with my claws! It will not hurt me if it fails, it

would be like clipping my nails, and clipping nails doesn’t

hurt!”

Saying this, the monster raised its claws and ran

towards Blocky.

“I’ve got to enter a defense!” said Quesley, quickly

typing “Super Karate Punch,” with Sandra’s keyboard. He

then hit enter. “Okay, good.”

“What did you type in?!” said Blocky, panicking at the

oncoming intruder.



“Super karate punch,” said Quesley. “Sorry, forgot to

tell you.”

“Alright,” said Blocky, now more confident. “Super…

Karate…Punch!”

Saying this, he leapt forward, pulled his hand back,

and punched the monster right in his belly. The monster

ended up on his back, but he soon sat up.

“Wh…” he sobbed. “Why are you being so mean to me?”

“It’s not that I like hitting you,” said Blocky. “But

you can’t attack people like this.”

“Quesley,” said Sandra. “I don’t think the moguuna

will be defeated so easily. Perhaps you should use this

opportunity to capture it.”

“Alright…” said Quesley. Reaching into his backpack,

he pulled out a net and threw it. “Nn!”

The net covered the monster.

“A net?” he said (it was a he).

“Yes,” said Quesley. “A net.”

“Good job!” said Renell.

“Not yet,” said Quesley. “I have to convince him to

join us. See, monster collectors used to trap monsters

inside these mechanical squares that forced them to join

you, but that was considered inhumane. So we have to talk

to them.”



Cautiously, Quesley approached the Moguuna. The

Moguuna appeared angry, and the net didn’t look like it

would hold him very long. Renell got nervous.

“Do you,” Quesley said slowly. “Do you wanna be…best

buddies?”

Immediately, the moguuna’s face lit up.

“Yes!” he said, standing up with the net still over

him. “Best buddies!”

“Congratulations!” said Sandra. “You have successfully

captured a moguuna!”

“Here, let me help you out of that,” said Renell,

helping the moguuna out of the net.

“Thanks!” he said.

“Sandra,” said Quesley. “Now can you scan him?”

“Of course!” said Sandra. “Commencing scan!”

A small, green loading bar appeared on the screen and

filled up within seconds.

“LalalalaLALALALA-complete! Moguuna’s are Ogre type

monsters. They can use their claws for small, contained

thunder and lighting and they can also learn to be very

fast. Fierce when wild, but loyal when befriended. He’ll

make a great ally! With Sandra, it’s always personal!”

“How about a name?” suggested Renell.



Quesley looked up at the monster, and the monster

looked down at Quesley.

“The perfect name,” Quesley said.

“Yes,” said the Moguuna. “If we’re thinking the same

name, that is.”

“Bear!” they both said at once.

“Please enter it here,” said Sandra, as a place to

type appeared. Quesley obey. “Thank you,” said Sandra. “It

will take half an hour to register Bear. Until then,

returning him is not recommended, but afterward, it is, as

he’ll need rest after being capture and then traveling with

you for half an hour. With Sandra, it’s always personal.”

“That’s good,” said Blocky. “Being made of rocks can

be pretty tiring, and I was up late last night keeping the

chickens locked up. I need a nap. Mind taking over,

brownie?”

“Not at all!” said Bear.

“Good job, Blocky,” said Quesley, waving Sandra.

“Return.”

Pop! Blocky was gone.

“So whater’ we doing?” Bear asked curiously.

“We’re looking for the nearest Cascade Stone,” said

Quesley.



“Sounds like fun!” said Bear. “Do I get to go on

adventure’s all the time now?”

“Sure do!” answered Quesley.

“Yes! And it’s all thanks to my new best buddy and his

monster collecting skills!”

“Hey come on, I’m not that good…”

“I wonder why they thought they needed the squares?”

Renell wondered to herself.

“Am I really in like with her Majesty the Ice Queen?”

Bronze thought to himself. “Maybe I am. Yes. I think I am.

But I have to be slow about it. Unless…unless she doesn’t

want a boyfriend! But would it not make her feel more

normal if I decided to be her boyfriend?”

Bronze thought and thought as the class went on, but

he still took notes about what the teacher said.

“I don’t know how to go about this, she is the Ice

Queen after all,” he thought. “But perhaps we should keep

being friends, her and I. Are we friends? She has asked

about the mechanics of spoons on many occasions. I like

spoons. Spoons solve so many problems. Ah! I must keep

paying attention!”

“-so now you understand why chickens can’t be lawyers,

no…they just can’t. I’m sorry, but they lost that case in



the eighties. And that’s why mango flavored ice cream was

never successful.”

The bell rang.

“Okay, class,” said the teacher. “So yeah, our teams

for the assignment. Remember your teammates.”

“Who are my teammates again?” Bronze whispered to

Snazzy as people started to get up.

“Meeee,” he said. “Frizzyyyyy, and Jimmeena. We agreed

to do it at your house, and-”

“Jimmeena?” said Bronze. “She’s helping with the

assignment? When did we agree to do it at my house?”

“This afternoon!” smiled Snazzy. “We’ll go right from

school to-”

“No, I meant when did we make the agreement?”

“Well, when the teacher paired us up, you said, ‘Okay,

we can do the assignment at my house,’ but then you looked

preoccupied, and Frizzy was like, ‘is he gonna remember?’

and you didn’t.”

“But I’m gonna be so nervous!” said Bronze. “How do I

make her majesty more welcome?”

At that moment, Jimmeena passed them by.

“We shall all walk together back from school then?”

she asked.



“Yes your majesty,” said Bronze, with a bow. To this,

Jimmeena looked down and left the room.

“I did it again!” said Bronze. “I really do get

nervous around her!”

Bronze opened his desk. A slime monster was in it.

“Shhhhh!” it said. “We’re just playing hide and seek.

Don’t tell the others?”

“I won’t, but be out of here by tomorrow,” Bronze said

nonchalantly.

“Thanks!” said the slime. “By the way, perhaps a gift

would make her more welcome.”

“But what?”

“Don’t ask me. I’m just a slime.”

Bronze closed the desk.

“It’s like I’m always in third place,” he sighed.

“Third place isn’t so bad,” said Snazzy. “It means you

had fun and got to win something.”

Quesley, Renell and Bear had asked around at the

cabins, and now they were back in the forest. They learned

that the Cascade Stone was in Ocean Rock.

“That tree over there, right?” said Quesley, once they

were back at the trees.



“Correct!” said Sandra. “Once you go through the

portal, I can get a lock on the stone, but beware of a

possible boss. Oh, and by the way, Bear’s registration has

been approved, and he is now your monster completely. You

can return him now. With Sandra, it’s always personal!”

“What do you say buddy?” Quesley said to Bear. “Need a

rest?”

“I guess,” said Bear, stretching his arms out. “But

send me out again if you need me!”

“I will!”

Quesley waved his Computer. Pop! Bear disappeared. And

so, Quesley and Renell walked towards the tree that would

lead them to ocean rock.

“Renell,” Quesley asked, after some silence. “I’m just

curios; are you sure you don’t want me to show you how to

be a monster collector?”

“No think so,” Renell answered. “I…” She kicked a

pebble nervously. “I like being a larmengryver.”

“But don’t you ever wonder what’s it’s like to be a

monster collector?” said Quesley. “And, I mean, isn’t your

whole family larmengryvers?”

Renell smiled.

“Isn’t your whole family monster collectors?” she said.



“Good point,” chuckled Quesley. “I guess…I guess not

everyone likes to collect monsters as I do.”

“But we’re glad you do,” said Renell. “We

larmengryvers really appreciate what you guys do.”

“Thanks!”

The two walked through the portal as their

conversation came to a close. There they were. Ocean Rock.

They were under the shade of rocky cliffs, but with full

view of the sand and the ocean right next to them. They

could feel the breeze. The tree was behind them in the sand.

“Okay!” said Sandra. “I’ve got a lock on the Cascade

Orb!”

Later that day, Bronze, Frizzy, Snazzy and Jimmeena

made it to the house. Once or twice they almost wandered

into the sewers or up to the top of a telephone pole, but

luckily Snazzy had a great sense of direction. Once they

went inside, they went to the living room to study.

“Wow,” said Frizzy, fanning herself off with a large

spoon. “It’s really hot.”

After that comment, she took out her notebooks and

papers. So did Snazzy. And so did Bronze. And as they began

to open up the books, and as each of them began to recap

the class through their notes, everything seemed to get



cooler. Much cooler. Bronze put his book down. Jimmeena was

using her hands to retain a large ice crystal in the middle

of the table, and flakes of snow began to fly throughout

the room.

“Um, your majesty,” said Bronze. “We can turn on the

air conditioner…”

“Ah! Silly me!” said Jimmeena. The ice crystal

vanished and the snow disappeared as she put her hands

down. “But…” She got more sad as she said this. “But…you

can call me Jimmeena…”

Bronze was frustrated with himself for referring to

her as royalty again.

“I did it again! Way to make her even more

uncomfortable,” he thought to himself. At loss for words,

he got up to turn on the air conditioner. Moment’s later,

Bronze’s mother walked past the living room. She smiled and

waved at Snazzy, and then Frizzy, but when he eyes shifted

over to Jimmeena, she started giggling.

“Why does she giggle?” Jimmeena asked politely.

“Oh, pay no attention to me, dear,” Bronze’s mother

answered. “Just go ahead with your studies. Do any of you

want some soda?”

“Why yes, that would be nice,” all four teens said in

unison.



“Very weeeell,” said mother, as she danced into the

kitchen. Now Bronze was embarrassed.

“It’s okay, I don’t think Jimmeena caught on,” he

thought to himself.

“Alright,” said Snazzy. “So now that we’ve recapped

the class, let’s begin our assignment. Frizzy?”

To this, Frizzy reached into her backpack and pulled

out a large, metal octagon, painted green with blue

stripes, and quickly placed it on the table with a thud.

“We need to write a report about that,” she said.

Quesley and Renell had been walking through ocean rock

for almost an hour now. The waves splashed onto the sand,

as the rocky roof provided nice shade.

“At this rate, we might not find the cascade orb

before dinner,” sighed Renell. Quesley pulled out his

computer.

“Don’t worry, children,” said Sandra. “According to my

calculations, the Cascade Stone should be about two hundred

and fifty yards away!”

“Thanks, Sandra,” said Quesley. “I guess we’re close.”

“But what about the boss?” said Renell. “What if he’s

protecting the Cascade Stone like he planned?”



“Then we’ll ask nicely to have it. This is just for

fun, after all,” answered Quesley.

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“But you know,” said Quesley, more slowly. “Monsters,

they…they don’t always do things just for fun…sometimes

they don’t like being nice. Sometimes they’re dangerous.”

Renell smiled.

“But isn’t that what monster collectors are for?” she

said. Quesley looked up and smiled too.

“Yeah,” he said. “I guess you’re right.”

“So if he’s a mean monster, you can either collect him

or make him leave humans alone.”

“You’re right. Thanks, Renell! Though…I’ve never

collected a boss before.”

“First time for eeeeverything!” said Sandra. “So if

you’re forced to use force, I suggest you strategize! With

Sandra, it’s always personal!”

“We can use Blocky,” said Quesley.

“I’m afraid he’s still resting,” said Sandra.

“What about White?” said Renell. “White the

minidragon?”

“He’s actually my dad’s monster,” said Quesley. “He

took him back to help out with the investigation.”



“What about Clorgul?” asked Renell, but she took it

back. Quesley looked unsure. So did Sandra.

“Yeah…” said Quesley. “I don’t think that’s gonna

work.”

“Poor Clorgul,” said Sandra.

“I guess we’ll have to use Bear,” said Quesley.

“And that’s a good thing,” said Sandra. “According to

my sensors, the boss is an h2o type, so electricity should

be effective!”

“Yeah, but Bear’s an Ogre type, so we should be

careful. You should always be careful when using an ogre

type.”

“Agreed,” said Sandra. “Now be careful, children! With

Sandra, it’s always personal!”

“Okay,” said Quesley, nearly minutes later. “The stone

should be close.”

“So should the boss,” said Sandra. “Be careful,

children…”

“Yups,” said Renell.

Slowly and carefully, the two children turned a corner

around the rocks of the beach. There were many rocks

throughout the long, large, wide sandy coast of sand. The

children walked and walked until they saw something in the



distance, it was big and red. Nothing happened. So they

walked closer.

“Q…Quesley,” Renell nervously asked as they approached

what was ahead. “Will you…come to my ballet recital?”

“You do not have a ballet recital, you are eleven,”

Quesley answered.

“Oh yeah,” said Renell nervously. She always tried to

make plans when she was nervous. Eventually, the two made

it closer to what they were approaching as the waves

splashed on the rocks. It was a big, round, red crab. He

was about five feet tall, seven feet wide, and seemed to be

sitting curled up on top of something that they couldn’t

see because he was sitting on it.

“Ahhhh!” said the children.

“Heeeey!” said the crab.

“Glazhaloush!” said Sandra. “One of the biggest h20

type monsters to roam the shore! Be careful, children. This

is the boss!”

“Indeed I am!” said the crab. “And there’s no way

you’re taking this here Cascade Stone away from me!”

“You’re sitting on the cascade orb?” said Renell.

“Yupers!”

“Can we have it?” asked Quesley.



“No!” answered the crab (it’s a glazhaloush, but we

shall call him the crab). “You humans think everything

belongs to you. Monsters…Cascade Stones…everything! If you

want this Cascade Stone, you’ll have to collect me first!”

“But it doesn’t do anything!” said Renell. “Why

protect it?”

“Why collect it?” said the crab

“He does have a point,” said Quesley. “We shall go.”

“Go where?” asked the crab. “Or didn’t you know that

bosses, such as yours truly, can block out portals? I’m

doing that now and now you can’t escape!”

“Why?” said Renell.

“I won’t let you leave until you admit that humans

shouldn’t collect monsters!”

Quesley stopped, and froze.

“I…cannot lie like that,” he said solemnly. Then he

looked the crab in the eyes. “I have to collect monsters to

keep them from doing things such as trapping children and

forcing them to admit that humans shouldn’t collect

monsters! And we don’t know who else is here, so for

safety, I need you to un-block the portal, even if that

means I have to collect you!”

“Collect away!” the crab said, waving his claw.



“Huuuuuuyah!” Quesley yelled as he ran in to punch the

crab, but the crab blocked with his claw (it was a hard

claw). Quesley shuffled back and jumped at the crab, but

the crab stepped back and Quesley landed on the ground.

“Diamond Wind!” Renell said as she leapt into the air

with her knee forward. The crab blocked her knee with his

claw, so she bounced off backwards and landed on her feet.

Quesley tried to kick up at the crab, but the crab jumped

forward and perched himself back on the Cascade Stone,

pushing Quesley’s leg and Quesley with it back.

“This isn’t working,” said Renell. “We should bring

out a monster.”

“Yes,” said Quesley. “Actually, I don’t know why we

didn’t do that in the first place.”

Quesley waved his computer. Pop! Bear showed up

immediately.

“Is it time already for another adventure?” he said

with excitement.

“No, it is time for a boss,” said Quesley, pointing to

the glazhaloush.

“Oh my, what a big crab!” said Bear.

“Thank you!” said the crab (he liked being big, he was

a boss after all).



“We have to defeat him or else we cannot leave,” said

Renell, as she and Quesley stepped back.

“I see,” said Bear, wriggling his claws. “Then you may

wish to cover your ears.”

Quesley had already entered the command into his

computer. It was a good thing Bear had guessed right.

Renell put on a pair of giant, fluffy ear-muffs.

“Thunder Claw!” he shouted, as the booming noise was

made, but the crab knew to cover his ears as well.

“Waterrrrrrrrr-splllash!” the crab said, waving his

claw. Water showed up and splashed bear in the face.

“So, you’re an h2o type,” said Bear, clearly not

bothered by the splash of water. “In that case, Lightning

Claw!” The blue electricity came as bear waved his claw,

but the crab leaned back and prepared an attack of his own.

“Waterrrrrrrr-wwwave!” the crab said, waving his claw,

but this time, a water boomerang shot out, hit bear, and

exploded into water, knocking him back towards the children.

“I was not expecting that, but I suppose he is a boss

after all,” said Bear as he sat up and recovered.

“Bear, get up!” Quesley said as encouragement. Bear

did so and attacked with another lightning claw, and it

worked. But the crab was still okay.



“I may be weak to lighting,” he said. “But I am a

boss, after all. It’s gonna take more than that to collect

me!”

Then he reached out and flicked Bear with his claw,

and Bear didn’t like it. In fact, this time, he didn’t get

up.

“Oh no!” said Renell. “What are we to do?”

“I…I don’t know!” said Quesley. But he had to

encourage. He just had to. “Bear, get up!” he said again.

Bear groaned, his eyes only half open. “Bear, get up!”

Quesley repeated.

Bear was a trooper. Bear didn’t give up. He and

Quesley had that in common. Bear got up.

“I won’t let you keep my bestest buddies here!” he

roared as he faced the crab. “Lighting Claw!” And with

thrust of his clawy hand, he electrocuted the crab again.

“Thunder Claw!” he said.

“How will a sound help?” questioned Renell, but then

she saw something happen; suddenly, the crab was surrounded

by green electricity.

“The lightning and thunder combo!” said Sandra. “They

say that only moguunas can do that. According to legend,

they are taught to use the lightning and thunder combo



after they learn about justice! With Sandra, it’s always

personal.”

“Of course!” said Renell. “Thunder comes after

lightning!”

Quesley looked into his monsters determined eyes, as

the monster continued his attack.

“Then…Bear knows about justice,” he said. He was proud.

After the attack ended, the crab was too tired to

fight back.

“Quesley, now!” said Sandra. Without a moment’s

hesitation, Quesley threw a net over the crab (it wasn’t

big enough to cover him, but oh well).

“That’s…just…great,” said crab said, panting. “Just

another human trying to own something else. You humans are

all the same!”

“Don’t talk like that!” said Bear. “What life is there

for wild monsters? Sitting around, collecting things we

don’t need, hurting people we don’t know…there’s no honor!

Well I was like that, but not anymore! Not since Quesley

collected me!”

“Then you’ve become soft.”

“Soft?! You speak of softness? Is it soft to protect

the weak? Then I’ll be soft! Don’t you understand? It’s

great to be with humans! We can make a difference! We can



mean something! Few like to think it, but there is great

honor in humbleness!”

The crab starred into the sea. The sea was not his

home. What was he doing, this crab? Living away on the dull

coast. Hiding his family’s Cascade Stone, even though they

didn’t care of it anymore. When he looked deep at the sun

across the sea, he knew what he wanted, the crab.

“Then I shall join you,” he said. Then he gave them

the Cascade Stone, the blue, spherical, shiny Cascade

Stone. “It’s yours.”

“You mean you really want to join us?” said Quesley.

“Yes,” said the crab.

“Hooray!” cheered Sandra, as the screen lit up.

“Congratulations, Quesley! You have collected your first

boss!”

“Really?” said the crab. “Wow. Congratulations!”

They shook hands.

“Oh my, I almost forgot,” said Sandra, exited. “Please

enter a name.”

“How about Chip?” said Quesley.

“I get a name?” said the crab. “Yes…Chip. That will do

just fine.”



And so, with yet another new friend in their company,

Quesley and Renell made it safely back home to Quesley’s

back yard (Chip took down the barriers).

When they got home, the teenagers had plenty finished

their homework.

“I say,” said Snazzy. “This has to be just about the

most interesting octagon I’ve ever written a report about.”

“Yeah,” said Frizzy with surprising enthusiasm. “It

seemed really boring at first, but once we did our

research…”

Bronze had gone out into the kitchen to refill

everyone’s soda. He noticed that both his mother and

Quesley were in the kitchen, laughing.

“But nonetheless, good work on collecting your first

boss,” said Mother. “I am so proud of you. But I have to go

now. The phone has been ringing for a good twenty seconds.”

“Bye!” waved Quesley as she left.

“What were you two laughing about?” questioned Bronze.

“Bronze, I did it!” said Quesley. “I found it!”

Saying this, he took the Cascade Stone from his pocket.

“Here,” he said. “It’s yours. You can give it to

Jimmeena as a gift!”



“I beg your pardon, what?” said Bronze. “It would not

impress Jimmeena to give her something that my little

brother gave me, you are younger after all.”

“But Bronze, don’t you remember?” said Quesley. “You

did find it! Remember? All those years ago?”

And Bronze thought. And Bronze remembered. He

remembered going to the shore, with his monsters, and his

best friend larmengryver, Snazzy. They found the stone, yes

indeed, but they did not take it with them. Did Bronze

remember why? No. He was too tired.

“Sandra downloaded the coordinates from your personal

computer, you said she could do things like that, after

all,” said Quesley. “I couldn’t have found the stone if you

hadn’t in the past. So you see, you did find the Cascade

Stone. I just collected it.”

Bronze was nervous.

“But her ma-I mean, Jimmeena,” he said.

“Maybe Jimmeena will like that childlike worldview

from you,” said Quesley. He held up the orb. “If you want

it back.”

Bronze nodded and took the orb.

“Yeah,” he said. “I think I do. Thank you, Quesley.

Maybe…” he paused, and thought. “Maybe I should go

monster collecting more often again…yeah.”



Quesley didn’t keep the orb, but he did get to keep

Chip, the boss crab he collected, so everyone was happy.

“Jimmeena,” said Bronze, as she came into the kitchen

and Quesley left. “I…I have a present for you.”

“And you call me Jimmeena!” Jimmeena added.

“Yeah,” chuckled Bronze. “Um…here.”

Jimmeena starred at the shiny Stone.

“Bronze…” she said quietly, taking the Stone.

“What?” said Bronze nervously, thinking, “Oh no!”

“Bronze, I…I…I LOVE IT!”

Bronze sighed with relief. Jimmeena was happy.

“I have to name it!” she said with excitement. “I will

name it Carl!”

“Carl.”

“Carl.”

“Alright, Carl!”

Bronze and Jimmeena were both happy about Carl. But

more than this, at that moment, Bronze and Jimmeena were

happy about Bronze and Jimmeena. Never again would Bronze

call her “your majesty.” They were now friends.

“Bronze, Quesley! Quesley, Bronze!” said the mother,

skipping into the kitchen with the phone in her hand.

Quesley ran in as well to hear what his mother had to say.



“It is your father!” she said. “He solved the case!

He’s coming home in just a few days!”

“How many?” said Bronze.

The mother left the room. Five minutes later, she came

back.

“Four!” she answered.

“Four?”

“Four!”

“Alright, four!”

The mother was happy. Bronze was happy. Quesley was

happy. The father was coming home soon.

“He solved the case!” said Quesley.

“I am happy for you and your father,” said Jimmeena.

“Us too!” said Snazzy and Frizzy as they emerged from

the refrigerator and heat vent respectively.

“This calls for more soda,” said the mother. “I will

be right back.”

And so, strapping the jetpack to her back, she pushed

the button, lifted up her fist, and blasted away through

the ceiling.

“I can’t wait to see dad again,” said Quesley, as the

mice put the ceiling back together. Jimmeena, Snazzy and

Frizzy were all getting ready to leave.



“And I can’t wait to see you again,” she said

bashfully under her breath (she meant Bronze).

And so, the dad was done with his case, Quesley

captured his first boss, and Bronze became a closer friend

to the Ice Queen. Everyone lived happily until the next day.

What adventures will Quesley have tomorrow?

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The Great Monster Collect: Ice Queen