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Lately, there have been strange goings on in the wide open spaces of the Nevada desert. A few black trucks just hurtlin’ in and out of town. About that time the rumblin’ started. But it weren’t no earthquake. No, it was them Worms...

“Fee Fi Fo Fum! I smell the blood of an Englishman!” roared the giant as he crashed through the vines. Jack, with one arm around his precious stolen harp and the other grasping the bean stalk, felt the rush of danger. Will he make it to the...