The Adventures Sharkboy And Lavagirl Site

“Time to wake up,” the figure said, his voice the flat hum of a fluorescent light. “Imagination is inefficient. I am the Auditor. And this factory is closing.”

“This isn’t logical,” he stammered.

“No,” said a small voice from behind them. the adventures sharkboy and lavagirl

They turned. There, holding a broken piece of the sky like a shield, was a boy with scuffed knees and dirt under his fingernails. The Dreamer. The one who had made this world in the first place, back when the world told him to stop.

The Dreamer looked at his two oldest friends. “Time to wake up,” the figure said, his

“School’s out forever,” he said. “You ready for one more adventure?”

Sharkboy stepped forward, placing himself between Lavagirl and the oncoming gray tide. His fin caught the last sliver of sunset. And this factory is closing

The Auditor snapped his fingers. A rain of erasers began to fall—soft, pink, and terrible. Wherever they landed, colors vanished. The Crystal Canyons turned to beige cubicles. The wind stopped dreaming. It just… blew.