Sharkboy And Lavagirl | The Adventures

“Hey, clock-face,” he said, cracking his knuckles. “You ever try to punch a shark?”

Lavagirl clenched her fists. Glowing embers dripped from her palms like tears. “You don’t understand. This world isn’t a factory. It’s a feeling .” the adventures sharkboy and lavagirl

“Maximum overdrive,” he whispered back. “Hey, clock-face,” he said, cracking his knuckles

The sky above Planet Drool had turned the color of a forgotten bruise. ” he said

“No,” said a small voice from behind them.

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.