Salagadoola mechicka boola,
Destroy this ring of envy!
Salagadoola means mechicka booleroo,
Stop this cobra from hissing forever!
And the thingabob that does the job
Says this Dragon’s Egg will hatch never!”
Fairy Godmother pointed her wand, shooting an arc of light over the talismans that wrapped around them like a mini tornado, and as the power grew, the room became hot with magic.
The light turned into a ball of flame that reached into the ceiling, and with a piercing, high-pitched noise that shattered every window in the museum and caused everyone in the room to put their fingers in their ears, the light burst through the roof and out into the sky, and the four talismans erupted in a huge explosion of sparkles that showered everyone in shiny, powdery dust.
When the smoke cleared, Fairy Godmother waved her wand toward the ceiling and fixed the hole, and then turned to the windows.
“Whoa,” said Mal, rubbing dust from her eyes and coughing.
“Do you like my hair this way?” Evie joked, and Mal realized they now all had frizzed hair that stood on end. Carlos’s was practically a Mohawk.
“Everyone all right?” asked Ben, wiping the glittery soot from his shoulders.
“Yeah, I guess,” said Jay, who was on the floor looking for his beanie, which had been knocked off his head by the force of the spell.
“I think we’re okay for the most part,
” said Carlos, coughing and holding his sides.
“Mal, you look a bit woozy,” said Ben, concerned.
In truth, she felt as if she’d just been punched in the stomach by the loss of the Dragon’s Egg, but she gave him a brave smile. “Evie?” she asked, turning to her friend, who was a bit pale.
Evie nodded, but her smile was strained. The loss of their talismans had affected them all.
“Well, let’s hope the only damage was to the ceiling and windows,” said Fairy Godmother with an anxious smile. The pink bow around her neck was slightly singed. “Like I said, you never know what happens when this kind of wild magic is unleashed.”
“I’ll ask the council and all the kingdoms to keep an eye out for anything out of the ordinary. Thank you, Fairy Godmother,” said Ben.
Mal straightened her jacket, a troubled look on her face. “But what about the dome remote control that got left on the Isle of the Lost? If the goblins on the island ever get it to work, Cruella De Vil, Evil Queen, Jafar, and all their minions can still get off the Isle.”
“Hmm, that is a puzzle,” said Fairy Godmother.
But Carlos was bouncing on the balls of his feet, his face lit up with excitement. “I thought of that, and I was worried too, until I remembered something.” He held up a small black electronic device and fiddled with the buttons.
“What did you remember?” asked Jay, curious, and looking over Carlos’s shoulder.
“Codes can be reprogrammed. Even if they get the remote to work, they won’t have the new code to open the dome,” said Carlos with a grin. “I already took care of it.”
“Just like magic!” said Evie.
“Nope, just like science,” said Carlos, with a nod to Fairy Godmother, who strongly advocated that the residents of Auradon learn to live without depending on magic.
“So we’re safe now, right?” asked Evie hesitantly.
“Safe and sound,” said Fairy Godmother. “Except for the exams coming up.”
There was a communal groan as Ben and the villain kids remembered. You could save the kingdom, but you still had to pass Magical History.