Pitch Partners by Laura D'Asaro & Rose Wang & Heather Alexander

Author:Laura D'Asaro & Rose Wang & Heather Alexander [D'Asaro, Laura & Wang, Rose & Alexander, Heather]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Young Readers Group
Published: 2021-11-09T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 12

HALLIE

“We’re back!” I called out to Irv the next afternoon.

“Lucky me,” he grumbled. He was trying to stuff large bags of shredded cheese and tubs of salsa inside the refrigerator.

Mari ran over to us, her little face crinkling with delight, and gave an excited hello.

“Sorry we couldn’t come yester—” Jaye started.

“Where are our chips?” I demanded, getting right to it.

On the drive over, Jaye had asked me to please bee kind to him. “Nai Nai always says ‘You catch more flies with honey than vinegar.’ ”

“I don’t want to catch flies,” I’d told her. “I want our chips back.”

The bake sale was in a few hours. Jaye told me the story about how she’d spotted Mrs. Montan in her driveway yesterday, and had gone over and talked her into it. Brilliant!

But we still had to divide the chips into bags, seal them, and stick on labels.

And finish our homework.

I held out my hands to Irv. “Chips, please.”

Irv brought them out. I let out a cry of joy. Our chips looked and smelled so good.

Then he pointed Jaye to the stack of the recipe cards on the counter next to his laptop. “You know what to do.”

Jaye flexed her fingers. And started to type.

“Go, go, go!” I cheered as Jaye finished the first one. “You’re typing at warp speed.”

Irv watched. “Yeah, she’s fast.”

Then he placed a plate of warm sugar cookies in front of us.

Jaye stopped typing and sniffed. “Yum.”

I pushed the cookies away and glared at Irv. “Is this a trick to slow her down?”

He snorted. “Aren’t you prickly?”

“Me? What about you?”

Meanwhile, Jaye had snatched a cookie. She typed with her right hand and ate with her left. Even though I tried to resist, I ended up eating two.

For a mean guy, he made good cookies.

“So Henry got punished way worse than I did,” I told Jaye as she typed. “My parents said he was supposed to set an example, because he’s older. I just have to clean out the garage. And now Henry thinks I owe him crickets to feed his lizard. Can you believe it?”

“Shh!” Irv pointed to me. “Rule one: no making noise.”

“Fine.” I pulled out the labels we’d printed. The label for the front of the bag had our logo.

The label for the back said:

Made in a home kitchen with ♥ for the planet!

Ingredients (all organic): corn masa, cricket powder, vegetable oil, seasonings

1 CRICKET PER CHIP!

NO gluten, nuts, or dairy

delicious FLAVOR & outrageous CRUNCH!

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