"Why not?" demanded yet another kid. This one was in the most complete and elaborate costume of them all, black leotards and a yellow shirt and a flowing: black cape. He wore a black and gold mask and had a black knit cap jammed down tight onto his head. "Why can't we go down there?" this apparition demanded.
"Because I said so," Judy told him. "Now, you kids get away from here. Take off."
"Hey!" cried the kid in the black-and-yellow costume. "Hey, they're fighting down there!"
"It's a rumble," said Judy proudly. "You twerps don't want to be involved."
"Hey!" cried the kid in the black-and-yellow costume again. And he went running around Judy and dashing off down the street.
"Hey, Eddie!" shouted one of the other kids. "Eddie, come back!"
Judy wasn't sure what to do next. If she abandoned her post to chase the one kid who'd gotten through, then maybe all the rest of them would come running along after her. She didn't know what to do.
A sudden siren and a distant flashing red light solved her problems. "Cheez," said one of the kids. "The cops!"
"Fuzz!" screamed Judy. She turned and raced down the block toward the schoolyard, shouting, "Fuzz! Fuzz! Clear out, it's the fuzz!"
But then she stopped, wide-eyed, when she saw what was going on in the schoolyard.