Roxy rolled in the air to avoid the missiles.
"Aah!" she cried as the missiles looped around to follow her.
Whiz-hoo! Roxy fired her eye laser beams. But they missed!
Roxy gulped. The missiles were coming back toward her. She flew in zigzags and loops as fast as she could. The missiles couldn't keep up with her.
Boom! Two missiles crashed into each other.
She kept flying. Ka-pow! Three more missiles crashed together.
Roxy spotted the last missile speeding toward her. She shot after the giant robot with the missile right behind her. Then Roxy suddenly flew upward. The missile couldn't change direction.
"No!" Hector yelled, jerking at the robot's controls.
It was too late. The missile hit the robot, and it started to fall—toward Metro City!
Terrell, Mara, and Jack were walking around the convention center.
"Nobody wants to trade anything for our comics." Mara shrugged. "But I still think they're cool."
Suddenly people started running and screaming.
Crash! The giant robot fell through the skylight, smashing onto the floor. The display case cracked open, and bronze statues scattered everywhere.
Roxy flew down. "Hector! You're going to prison!"
"Nice work, Rocket Girl," Detective Smith said.
"Thanks." Roxy looked at the statues. "Now we need to turn everyone back to normal. And I need to find the elf."
"We've already got him," Detective Smith said.
An officer walked the elf over. "We caught him trying to steal a motorcycle!"
Roxy rolled her eyes.
"Hey. I can zap the statues back to normal," the elf said.
Roxy's eyes went wide. "Really?"
"Yes." The elf smiled. "But what can you trade me?"
"No extra sentence for that motorcycle you tried to steal," Detective Smith said.
"Okay!" the elf said.
The police removed his handcuffs. Then—zap! The elf shot lightning bolts into the statues.
"Yee-haa!" Stinky Bart was about to run. But a police officer slapped handcuffs on him.
"Rocket Girl!" Mara said. "Check out our comics!"
"Wow! These are great," Roxy said. "Can I sign them?"
A few minutes later, Roxy ran up to her friends. "I guess my mom threw out that old costume. What did I miss?"
"A giant robot fell through the skylight," Jack said. "Then Rocket Girl signed our comics!"
The boy from the line heard Jack.
"Whoa! Rocket Girl signed your comics? I'll trade my entire collection for them!"
"We traded our comics after all," Mara said.
"Yep." Roxy grinned at Terrell. "Thanks to Rocket Girl!"