The Magic School Bus File

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.

"It's getting too hot!" Wanda yelled. "We’ve got to get out of here!" The Magic School Bus

"Class, look!" Ms. Frizzle pointed. "A protostar is forming!" The bus shrunken down until they were weaving

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. "It's getting too hot

"With the Friz?" Dorothy Ann replied, clutching a thick encyclopedia. "Not a chance."