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at them.
    â€œHallo, Angus!” said the lad with the bucket-shaped helmet.
    â€œHiya, Angus!” said the lad with the nose-guard helmet.
    â€œHiya.” Angus sighed.
    â€œWe came to rescue you,” Wiglaf called up.
    â€œWe don’t want rescuing,” said Bilge.

    â€œYeah,” said Maggot. “We like it here.”
    â€œCan you help us out of this pit?” asked Wiglaf.
    â€œWe could,” said Bilge. “But we won’t.” Then they both burst out laughing.
    â€œSee, Wiglaf?” Angus groaned. “They are horrible.”
    â€œHey, guess what?” said Maggot. “This is a dragon’s cave. And the dragon will be back soon. He’ll be good and hungry.”
    â€œYour friend is too bony for the dragon to eat,” said Bilge.
    â€œYeah,” said Maggot. “But the dragon likes nice fat lads like you, Angus.”
    â€œHa-ha,” said Angus glumly. “Very funny.”
    â€œAngus is dragon candy,” said Bilge. The two cracked up.
    Angus sat straight up. “Speaking of candy,” he said. “I’ll give you some if you help us get out of here.”
    â€œWhat have you got?” asked Bilge.
    â€œJolly Jelly Worms,” said Angus.
    â€œBlaaaach!” said Bilge. “We hate Jelly Worms!”
    â€œYeah,” said Maggot. “We like real worms.”
    â€œAnd bugs,” said Bilge. “Nice crunchy ones.”
    Wiglaf felt sick to his stomach.
    â€œI’ve got Medieval Marshmallows,” said Angus.
    ZIIIIIP! A rope dangled down into the pit.
    â€œThank you!” Wiglaf cried. He took hold of it quickly.
    â€œNot for you,” shouted Bilge.
    â€œJust tie on the candy,” shouted Maggot.
    â€œNothing doing,” said Angus. “You want my stash, you’ll have to bring me up with it. And my friend, too.”
    WHISK! The rope disappeared.
    â€œLet’s eat some stash, Wiglaf,” said Angus loudly. He pulled candy from his pocket. “I’ve got Graham Cookies, Cocoa Cubes, and a bag of Medieval Marshmallows. If we had a campfire down here, I’d toast a marshmallow.”
    â€œMmmm,” said Wiglaf.
    â€œI’d put the toasted marshmallow on a Graham Cookie and top it with a Cocoa Cube,” Angus went on. “I’d put another Graham Cookie on top and—yum!”
    Not a peep came from Bilge or Maggot.
    â€œIt’s called a s’more sandwich,” Angus said. “Because after you eat one, you want s’more!”
    ZIIIIIP! The rope appeared again.
    Angus grinned at Wiglaf and said, “Saved by a s’more.”

Chapter 5
    A ngus handed the rope to Wiglaf. “After you,” he said.
    Wiglaf climbed up quickly, before Bilge and Maggot changed their minds. He scrambled to his feet on the cave floor.
    â€œThank you, lads,” he said.
    He saw that the twins wore old, rusty pieces of armor that were way too big for them. They rattled when they moved.
    Bilge stepped up to Wiglaf and took the rope from his hand. P.U.! Wiglaf reeled backward. His own father, Fergus, smelled awful, as he did not believe in taking baths. But Bilge and Maggot really stank.
    The twins threw the rope down to Angus.
    With Wiglaf’s help, they managed to haul him out of the pit. Then, with surprising speed, Angus rolled away from the twins and jumped to his feet.
    â€œStay away!” he called. “If you want a s’more, I’m warning you—keep your distance!”
    â€œAw, Cousin Angus,” said Bilge. “Don’t you trust us?”
    â€œNo,” said Angus.
    Maggot turned to Wiglaf. “You trust us, don’t you?”
    â€œI guess,” said Wiglaf, trying to be agreeable.
    â€œMistake!” cried the twins together. They fell upon Wiglaf, knocking him to the cave floor. Wiglaf didn’t have a chance to put up a fight. The next thing he knew, the twins had wrangled his arms behind his