Allergic to Birthday Parties, Science Projects, and Other Man-made Catastrophes by Lenore Look

Allergic to Birthday Parties, Science Projects, and Other Man-made Catastrophes by Lenore Look

Author:Lenore Look [Look, Lenore]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 978-0-375-89498-5
Publisher: Random House Children's Books
Published: 2010-09-28T04:00:00+00:00


“Oooooooooooo,” howled the wind. “Ooooooooooo.”

Whooooooosh!

Thwaaaaaaaack!

Setting a world record was still harder than it looked. None of the apples actually split. They just got thwacked.

And there was no sign of Flea.

And it was kind of boring without anyone to scare … or impress.

So I ran back to my room. Calvin was still sitting at the computer and Anibelly was still on my bed with a book. No one looked up.

So I looked out the window. And there coming up the front walk, finally, was Flea!

“Eeeeeeeeep!” I cried.

She was swinging her peg leg as fast as she could go. Both her legs appeared to get shorter and shorter the closer she got, until she was directly under my window, where they disappeared altogether and I could see only the top of her head and her pigtails sticking out. It was the perfect target.

I raised the window.

Dingdong! went the doorbell.

I bent over. If I could have vomited an entire watermelon on her, that would have been the end of that. But nothing came out.

“Aaaaaaaalvin!” yelled my gunggung, who was babysitting again. “Someone’s here to see you.”

I closed the window. I didn’t feel so good.

“Coming, GungGung,” I yelled.

But I wasn’t going anywhere fast.

I took out my PDK.

I put the whistle around my neck.

I tied the bandana for preventing smoke inhalation around my neck.

I put the mirror for signaling (but also good for blinding your enemies) in my pocket, just in case.

I grabbed Anibelly’s samurai sword and stopped to admire myself in the mirror. The trouble with invisibility, as everyone knows, is that it doesn’t last. One minute you’re as hidden as earwax, and the next minute you could be as plain to see as a booger on your lip.

Actually, the booger wasn’t on my lip … my whole head was a booger! The wind had blown Miracle in a Jar around so much that large patches of my hair were showing and my skin was bare in spots. I pushed the cream around until I was faceless again, but there wasn’t enough to make me headless.

So I pulled on my chain mail.

“I thought that was for slaying dragons, not for talking to girls,” said Anibelly, who had appeared behind me.



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