The pint-sized Helmacrons left a few morph-tracking know-how at the back of, and the Yeerks have stumbled on it. as though averting a full-scale Animorphs hunt isn't really adequate, Cassie and the others needs to hold the morphing dice moving--so it does not land within the fallacious fingers.
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