And Lavagirl - The Adventures Sharkboy

“Lava-Shark,” she whispered.

He was right. All around them, half-formed thoughts drifted like jellyfish: a flying bicycle with square wheels, a talking sandwich arguing with a spoon, a mountain made entirely of unmailed birthday cards. They were fading. Dying. the adventures sharkboy and lavagirl

“No,” said a small voice from behind them. “Lava-Shark,” she whispered