Pennybaker School Is Revolting by Jennifer Brown

Author:Jennifer Brown
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bloomsbury Publishing

TRICK #18

THE PRAIRIEBALL PASS

So I didn’t have a revolution to lead, but I had a mystery to solve, and a partner to help me solve it. If you could call Chip a partner and his help actual help. Both were iffy, especially if an interesting bug or flower or hat or shoe or just about anything at all happened to grab his attention.

But Chip was better than nobody. The important thing was finding Mr. Faboo and getting our school back to normal.

Or whatever passed for normal at our school. Which was not at all normal.

So getting our school back to not at all normal, but in a better not-at-all-normal way than the not-at-all-normal way it had been recently.

Chip promised to find out what the History-Lovers Society was doing, and I went home to sit on a pillow and work on another magic trick that might get me out of ballroom dancing so I could focus on solving the mystery.

Sissy Cork was the last person I wanted to see still at my house, now at my kitchen table, squaring up for an arm wrestling match with Grandma Jo. A mound of candy sat on the table between them. Dad stood next to them, a baseball cap on backward and a whistle dangling from his mouth. He was bent at the waist to get eye-to-elbow with Sissy and Grandma Jo.

The minute my eyes landed on Sissy, I tried to back out of the room, but it was too late. Erma had spotted me.

“It’s about time,” she said. “Sissy’s been waiting here ever since you left.”

“And she’s robbed me blind,” Grandma Jo added, rolling up her sleeve. “I’m completely out of butterscotch.”

“I’ll leave you to it,” I said, trying again to get away.

Erma sidestepped so she was blocking the door. “You are going to dance whether you like it or not. Come on, Sissy.”

Sissy started to get up, but Grandma Jo grabbed her wrist and pulled her back down. “Oh, no you don’t, sister. You’ve got to give me a chance to win back the caramels at least.”

Dad blew the whistle and grabbed his own wrist with his other hand. “Foul!” he called out one side of his mouth. “Illegal clutch of the wrist.”

“Oh, it’s okay,” Sissy said, pushing the mound of candy across the table. “You can have it all back.”

“Not the one you ate,” Grandma Jo grumped. “Cheater.”

“Grandma!” Erma said. “Let’s go.” She grabbed Sissy’s hand with one of hers and my hand with the other. “You’re not getting away this time.” She pulled us both out of the room.

Dad’s whistle sounded. “Forfeit!”

“Nobody likes a quitter!” Grandma Jo called to our backs.

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