Battle of the Dum Diddys by R. L. Stine

Author:R. L. Stine
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Childrens
ISBN: 9780060788339
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2007-04-24T00:00:00+00:00

I told you—we Rotten House dudes hate Nyce House. Would YOU like to live in a place called NYCE House?

Of course not.

I rolled my tongue back into my mouth. Then I opened the front door and walked into the entry hall.

It was clean and neat and bright. Lovely paintings of forests and ocean waves were on the walls. Soft music played. Guys were sitting on leather chairs and couches, reading textbooks silently.

Disgusting, right?

Coming toward me I saw my archenemy—that spoiled rich kid Sherman Oaks. Sherman is so rich, he pays a kid to take a shower for him every morning.

He flashed his perfect smile at me. His blond hair glowed under the bright dorm lights. His dark eyes popped out like two raisins in a bowl of Frosted Flakes.

“Yo, Bernie,” he said. “I know why you’re here.”

I stared at the jagged chunk of decayed wood dangling from a chain around his neck. “Sherman, what’s that? One of your baby teeth?”

He chuckled. He held up the wood chunk.

“It’s a piece of the Titanic,” he said. “You know. That big ship that sank? Divers brought it up from the ocean bottom. This little hunk of it cost ten thousand dollars. My parents send me expensive presents to show me how much they care.”

“Nice,” I said.

“I know why you’re here,” he said again. “You’ve come to see the Wungo Wango.”

I blinked a few times. “Sherman, who or what is the Wungo Wango?” I asked.

He tapped the front of his silk shirt. “I’m the Wungo Wango,” he said.

“And I’m Batman,” I said. “Sherman, go lie down. You must be running a high fever. I’ll get Nurse Hanley.”

“Stop joking, Bernie,” he said. “You know I’m the Wungo Wango. You came here for a Wungo Bungo card—right?”

“Well…I came here to get up a card game,” I said.

He stuck out his hand. “The Wungo Bungo card costs five dollars. You can pay the Wungo Wango.”

If I chewed gum, I would have swallowed it.

“I’m going to pay you five dollars?” I cried.

He nodded. “Five dollars. Pay up. Everyone else in school already has a card. When you have your card, you get your access number. It lets you enter the Kingdom of Wungo Bungo.”

I slapped my own face. Was I dreaming this?

I slapped Sherman’s face. He was real. I was awake. It all suddenly became clear to me.

“Is that what all the kids in school are talking about? Did they all pay you five dollars to play this game?” I asked.

“You’ll enter as a Dum Diddy Drone,” he said. “If you are skillful, you can work your way up to Dum Diddy Dum Dum Diddy Plebe.”

Me? A plebe?

“Uh…couldn’t I be a Wungo Wango, too?” I asked.

Sherman tossed back his head and laughed for two or three minutes. I could see the gold fillings in his teeth. His initials were carved into each one.

“Bernie, since you’re so totally pitiful, I’ll give you a free tour,” he said.

“You’re going to take me to the kingdom?” I shook my head in disbelief.

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