The old yellow school bus shuddered as Ms. Frizzle shifted into gear. With a sudden pop , the hood elongated into a chrome snout, and the wheels retracted into humming thrusters. Before Ralphie could finish his bag of chips, the bus lunged forward, not onto the street, but through a shimmering rift in the air.
"With the Friz?" Dorothy Ann replied, clutching a thick encyclopedia. "Not a chance."
"It's getting too hot!" Wanda yelled. "We’ve got to get out of here!" The Magic School Bus
Suddenly, a blinding flash of light erupted. The "New Star" had ignited. The shockwave sent the bus spinning through the vacuum like a dandelion seed in a gale. Liz the lizard held on for dear life, her tiny goggles fogged with steam.
The bus shrunken down until they were weaving between microscopic ice crystals and massive boulders of iron. They watched as gravity began to pull the swirling gas into a tight, hot ball. The bus groaned under the pressure, the metal glowing dull red. The old yellow school bus shuddered as Ms
As the kids filed out, Ms. Frizzle leaned out the window. "Remember, class: Take chances, make mistakes, and get messy!"
"Not yet!" the Friz shouted over the roar of fusion. "The best part is just beginning!" Before Ralphie could finish his bag of chips,
"Bus, take us home!" Ms. Frizzle commanded. With another lurch, the bus splashed back onto the pavement of the school parking lot, looking like an ordinary vehicle once more.