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From that day on, Numberblock Ninety-Nine didn't worry about being a simple rectangle. He knew he was the bridge to One Hundred, the master of elevens, and the only Numberblock who could make it rain math. And every time he did, the others would shout, "Look! It's Ninety-Nine—making a hundred feel just a splash away!"

Ninety-Nine stepped forward. "I can be a rectangle," he rumbled, and he neatly arranged himself as 9 blocks wide and 11 blocks tall.

"You’re the biggest Numberblock that is one less than a hundred!" Seven said. "When you’re around, One Hundred feels complete. But also… you can make rain!" numberblocks 99

Numberblock Ninety-Nine was nervous. He was a tall, two-digit block, colored a deep, thoughtful indigo with nine rows of eleven blocks, arranged as a perfect 9x11 rectangle. He watched as smaller blocks like Seven twirled into a hexagon, and Twelve bustled into three different rectangles (3x4, 2x6, and 1x12) in a flash.

"Think about it," said Ten, striding over. "I’m ten rows of one. But you? You are nine rows of eleven. Or eleven rows of nine. That’s not just a box. That’s a grid . A grid full of possibilities." From that day on, Numberblock Ninety-Nine didn't worry

He made the tens form a staircase: 10, 20, 30, 40, 50, 60, 70, 80, 90. And the nine leftover ones? He sprinkled them like droplets over the staircase.

Ninety-Nine shook his head.

Ninety-Nine looked at his own blocks. Nine rows of eleven. Suddenly, he had an idea. He closed his eyes and concentrated. Instead of staying as a solid rectangle, he split his top row of eleven into 10 and 1. Then he shifted the 1 down. He took another row and did the same.