School is closed but Jose and Emerald show up at the gate looking for their lost jackets. They take their swords out of their backpacks. Jose puts on his iPod headphones. “Blame On Me” is playing. Emerald slashes Jose’s finger while he spins it around the volume control. Blood spatters the screen. “Why did you hurt me?” Jose says. “I am your brother.”

“Because of what happened at work!”

Jose holds his cut finger.

“Also, you didn’t help when I was drowning in the pool at Shadow Cliffs! The big nice lifeguard helped me!” Jose pushes Emerald across the street.

Emerald says, “Ha, you can’t get me!” He gets up from where he landed—right in front of Rite-Aid. Someone walks by and drops a bottle of suntan lotion. He stares at it spilling on the ground. The smell reminds him of Shadow Cliffs. They drove there with their parents when they were little. Emerald buried Jose with sand. They ate popsicles that day. Emerald dropped his on Jose so Jose chased Emerald into the water. Jose and Emerald met some kids and played soccer against them and won. “You are a great defender,” Jose said, “and I am a great player.”

Emerald stares through Rite-Aid’s window. A red Doritos bag falls from the shelf and he remembers the last time that happened. Emerald had been working at the cash register. Clean up on the chips aisle.

Emerald said, “Yes,” and headed for the chips aisle. There were so many bags of chips.

Jose hopped down the chip aisle.

“Hey Jose,” Emerald said. “Help me.”

Jose ignored Emerald and walked to the toy aisle.

“Help me,” Emerald said again.

Jose came back with a Whiffle bat and whacked the chips off the shelf again.

Their boss came stomping down the aisle. “You’re fired Emerald,” the boss said. “Go get your stuff. Jose will clean this up.”

Jose holds his cut finger. “I’ll be back,” he says to himself. He goes to the hospital and talks to a doctor.

“You need stitches,” says the doctor. “You’re lucky this cut isn’t worse.”

“Okay. Stitch me up.”

“First, you have to get some baby potion from the Goblin King’s castle.”

“Where is it?”

The doctor points out the window. “Just down that alley.”

Jose calls Emerald. “I apologize for getting you fired,” he says.

“Apology accepted,” says Emerald.

They meet at Jose’s car and head toward the Goblin King’s castle but stop at a shop and buy a sleeping potion. They put on masks so the potion won’t make them fall asleep.

The castle is surrounded by hundreds of goblins staggering toward Jose’s car. Jose tries to run them over but one of them jumps on the car’s windshield. Jose sticks his hand out the window and takes hold of the goblin. “Emerald,” Jose says. “Hand me the knife in the glove box.”

He opens the compartment and grabs the knife. He passes it to Jose. Jose holds the knife up against the goblin’s neck.
“Back off,” Jose says to the other goblins, “or I’ll kill him.”

The goblins retreat, all except for one. He has a red ribbon wrapped around his forehead. The ribbon flutters in the wind. He throws a ninja star at Jose but he shields himself with the goblin he’s still holding, and blood splatters into the other goblin’s eyes. Jose drops the goblin and drives to the Goblin King’s Castle. He drives though the door and knocks down an expensive TV. The glass shatters on the floor. They drive through another door. Mold covers the room’s walls and shelves fall onto the Goblin King. He thrashes through debris and hides in the corner with the baby potion in his hand. Jose bursts out of the car and snatches the baby potion from the Goblin King.

“Huuug huuuug huuuuuug hhuuuuug,” the Goblin King says. “Gettt themmmm III wanttt myyy babyyy potionnn.”

The goblins chase Jose and Emerald out the door but they cut their feet on the glass. Jose and Emerald drive back to the hospital.

“Doctor!” says Jose.

“What?” says the doctor.

“Can I get my stitches now?”


Jose lies down on the exam table. The doctor gives him a shot and stitches his cut closed.

“Ach,” says Jose.

“We’re, done,” says the doctor. “Try it out.”

“Ok,” says Jose. “This my finger finally!”

About the Author

Hi, my name is Dustin. I am ten years old and I live in San Francisco with my mom, dad, brother and sister. I like Legos and I am really good at soccer. I want to complete a lot of goals. I want to get better at spelling because now I ask for too much help. I am also the author of My Enemy and Bill’s Adventures in the Anti-goblin League.


Bill dribbled the ball across the court. It was snowing and he slipped on the ground. His opponent had a red nose. He took the ball from Bill and won. What a clown, Bill thought. Bill felt bad that he lost the game and left the court. He decided never to play basketball again. He decided to become a soldier. He became an archer and joined the Anti-Goblin League and his unit was sent out to the front lines on the shores of the Sea of Sadness.

Seals and turtles played on the shore. The archers practiced shooting at them. Bill hit one of them and killed it. They gutted it with a stick. They made a fire on their boat and cooked the seal and ate it. Bill said, “I think this is burned.”
“Now Bill you have to go fight the goblins,” said the captain. “Your mission is to save the people held captive by the goblins in the Megan hotel in Hawaii.”
“Don’t call me Bill. You call me master now.”
“Yes master.”
The captain turned to the archers behind him. “Ty, Rush and Fire, you three go too.”
“Let’s go archers,” said Bill.
Yes Bill,” Rush said.
“Watch out,” Bill said. “The goblins are here now! Behind you! Use your arrows!”

The goblins moved slowly. Their eyes were made of fire and they smelled like chili. The goblins dodged the arrows. They took down Ty. Bill walked over and said hi to the monster and slashed the goblin and it fell on the ground and came back up and slashed Bill’s hand off with a dagger. Bill fell down but he did not cry. Bill cut the goblin’s heart out of its body. Bill kept on slashing and it died.
Bill and the archers looked at the sea. Some sailboats had washed up on the sand. They picked a big one with a lot of color. They sailed to Hawaii. It was windy and it took an hour. When they got there, they found a spooky hotel on the beach. It was spooky because the goblins were already there! Bill and his men had to rescue the people in the hotel. “Go go, go and go,” Bill said.
Bill tiptoed through the front entrance of the hotel. Bill, Ty, Rush and Fire looked behind the desk and in the rooms.
The goblins came out of the doors so Rush shot them.
“You will die,” Bill said. Slash. “Now run, run and run.”
They ran. The rug was on fire and their feet burned but still they saved the people in the hotel. They carried he people out on their backs. They couldn’t run because they had cuts on their feet.
Bill and the archers went back to the boat with the people they saved from the hotel. A turtle and her babies climbed on the boat with their tails. Bill, Rush and Fire got on the boat then they went fishing.
The mother turtle attacked the rescued people with her tail because she thought they were threatening her babies. Bill, Fire and Rush built a fire. Boom!!!! A gun. The goblins were back in a boat next to the archers’ boat. The goblins were climbing on board!

“Hey,” Fire said to the goblins. “There’s a boxing ring at the other end of the deck. Meet us there so the innocent people won’t get hurt.”
The goblins made grunting sounds and headed for the ring.
“We are the best at this,” Bill said. “We will not lose.”
The people from the hotel were crowded into the ring because there wasn’t any other room for them on the boat. Bill ran to the ring. “Oh no,” Bill said. “We forgot the hotel people are here. We need a new place to fight. How about that pool?”
“Ok,” Fire said.
The archers and the goblins jumped into the pool. The archers’ bows and arrows got wet and they didn’t work right. Bill shot arrows at a goblin but it was already dead and sunk to the bottom of the pool so the arrow missed and hit Fire instead. Then Rush called a helicopter to bring help. It comes right away and Rush and fire leave in fly back to base. All the goblins were dead and Bill was alone with them.

At the base, the master yelled at the sky. “Bill, where were you?”
“He’s on the boat with the dead goblins,” Rush said.

Bill climbed out of the pool. He looked at all of the dead goblins floating in the water. One looked like a clown. It reminded him of the red-nosed guy he played basketball with.

About the Author

My name is Dustin. I am nine years old. I live in San Francisco with my mom, dad, sister and my brother. I like to do play the Wii. I am good at drinking milk fast. When I grow up I want to be on a SWAT team. If I were a plant I would be a rose and when people picked me up they would get poked. This is my second published book. I am also the author of My Enemy.