âDo you know anything about the pranks that have been going on around school?â
âWhy would I know anything about the pranks?â I said. My mouth felt like it was full of cotton balls. Dirty, lying cotton balls. My eye twitched.
âPrincipal Lebonsky has a theory that what has been happening would take more than one student, so one of the groups at school may be responsible,â Ms. Ruiz said.
âOh.â
âI told her that I didnât think it was likely, but she said that the clubs have school access after classes. Sheâs asked the faculty advisors to question all club leaders.â
âOther kids could come into the school when itâs open for extracurricular enrichment,â I said.
âExactly!â Ms. Ruiz said. âI have you pickle makers and girlsâ basketball. I told her that Iâm sure that none of my students would do anything to jeopardize themselves. Youâve got enough on your plate with the Pioneer Fair; no time for mischief!â She laughed and shook her head.
I went straight home after the meeting and emailed the club to tell them what Ms. Ruiz said about the fair and the pranks. Well, I emailed their agent accounts. Bean had chosen to go by Agent Super, and Oliver was Agent 008. I sent the message in Italian. I told them that we needed to make a new plan for pickles for the fair, but nobody responded. I forwarded a couple of pickle recipes.
All these guys had to do was say whether the recipes looked good or not. I checked my email four more times, but theyâd ignored the recipes. I slammed the computer closed and turned on the TV.
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24
Trick #3
After I checked my email a couple more times, I caught the second half of Escape from Zombie High. It wasnât as funny as I hoped, but the final scene when the star football player got cornered in the gym by the mob of angry zombie cheerleaders gave me an idea for my initiation. The gym filled with fog before the attack, and I thought about how cool and creepy it would be to have our gym floor like that, full of swirling, misty clouds. Like zombie cheerleaders were going to grab you when you tried to climb the rope. Thatâs what one of the guys in the movie did. He tried to climb the rope but he only got about five feet before the zombie girls pulled him down. I donât know what he was thinking. Nobody can climb those ropes very fast, and itâs just hanging from a hook on the ceiling. Itâs not like he could escape. Still, it gave me an idea.
âI know what I want to do for my solo prank, but I need a little help,â I said. The pickle makers were eating lunch together in the quietest corner of the cafeteria.
âHelp? No help. Solo mission,â Frank said. I leaned across the table.
âIâve already proven that I can do it alone, havenât I? Iâm pretty sure I could just count the balls as my initiation. But, Iâll be a good sport and just say that was a freebie.â
âNoted,â Frank said. âWhat do you have in mind?â
âLetâs fog up the gym. All of the classes go, so it wouldnât just be Ms. Ruizâs class again. It would be like a zombie movie.â
âSpooky, I like it. But how?â Bean said.
âWell, do you guys sell fog machines in the store?â
âYeah, but theyâre, like, fifty dollars. We canât borrow one either because the boxes are all shrink-wrapped. How much club money do we have left?â I checked the envelope in my backpack.
âTwenty-one bucks. And thirty-eight cents,â I said. âItâs not enough.â
âMaybe not for a fog machine, but thereâs always dry ice,â Frank said. Oliver didnât know what it was, so Frank explained how dry ice was really frozen carbon dioxide that makes misty fog when you put it in water. Perfect. Iâd seen a sign for dry ice blocks at the bodega on the corner. Oliver had to go to a rehearsal