Free Hot Dog and Bob: Adventure 1 by L. Bob Rovetch Page B

even to the Terrible Triplets. But all of a sudden
she
was the one who didn’t look very well.
    “Oh, dear,” Miss Lamphead said, patting her forehead with her lacy purple handkerchief. “I hope I didn’t accidentally eat something with cheese at lunchtime. I’m terribly allergic to cheese, you know.”

    At first Miss Lamphead just looked kind of pale. But then she started getting sort of yellow and strange looking. Suddenly she stared straight at me with this freaky, wild-eyed expression. Then when she opened her mouth to talk, somebody else’s voice came out.
    “We do not tolerate late children on Pizzalopolis,” she roared. “And we will not tolerate late children here! You will write ‘I am extremely dumb for being late’ 437 times in a row. And when you are done with that, you will erase every speck on this floor with your pencil eraser!”

    I started feeling sick to my stomach.
    “Wow,” I heard Hot Dog say. “She’s even stricter than the Big Bun!”
    “I don’t know what’s going on,” I whispered. “Miss Lamphead’s usually really, really nice.”
    “Excuse me, Miss Lamphead,” Clementine said, raising her hand. “What do you mean Pizzalopolis? I thought you were from Nebraska.”
    “Who said you could talk? You noisy, nosy child!” snapped Miss Lamphead. “
You
will write ‘I am extremely dumb for asking questions in school’ 964 and a half times. And then you will make lots and lots of tiny little pencil marks on the floor for Late Bob over there to erase.”

    “Bob and Clementine sittin’ in a tree,” sang Barfalot, “E-R-A-S-I-N-G!”
    “Ha, ha!” snorted Pigburt and Slugburt, who had no clue what E-R-A-S-I-N-G even spelled.

    Well, that’s when things got
really
interesting. Miss Lamphead turned from sort-of yellow to all-the-way yellow, kind of like cheese. In fact,
exactly
like cheese. My teacher was turning into a gigantic cheese pizza right in front of our eyes! Pepperoni and all kinds of otherpizza toppings popped up all over her body, which was getting bigger and rounder every second. Oh, and did I mention the mozzarella? Melty mozzarella oozed out of her nostrils. That was the sickest part of all!

Chapter 3½

Introducing Cheese Face
    I know this whole thing sounds impossible, but it’s true. My sweet old teacher had turned into an evil mutant alien pizza person faster than you could say “hold the anchovies.” It was like watching a seriously scary horror movie, only there was pizza instead of popcorn, and the movie was real!
    Cheese Face (formerly known as Miss Lamphead) planted her big, round body right in front of the classroom door. There was no escape.

Chapter 4

Mutant Students
    Cheese Face pointed her long, cheesy finger and—ZAP!—the entire row of kids next to the door turned into walking, talking (and, I hate to admit it, but kind of delicious-looking) kid-size pizza slices with hands and feet and faces. The rest of the class totally freaked out. Everyone started screaming.
    The icky mutant pizza monster laughed.
    “Just a few million more pizza-slice soldiers to follow my every command and I will rule the world!”
    I leaned down and whispered into my lunch box. “Um, Hot Dog, I think I might have just figured out what your mission is.”

    “Like I said,” Hot Dog whispered back. “If the Big Bun says you got big trouble, then believe you me, you got big trouble!”
    Cheese Face pointed at the desks by the hamster cage, and a bunch more kids turned into pizza soldiers.
    Just then I heard a
squeak-squeak
sound coming from the pet corner. I looked over and realized that no one, not even a hamster, was safe from this evil alien’s pizza magic. Ourclass pet, Esmeralda, was now a bite-size slice of pizza with whiskers and a tail.

    The pizza-slice kids were walking around like cheesy zombies. Everyone else raced to the back of our classroom, away from Cheese Face. Everyone except Barfalot.
    “Hey! No fair!” whined Barfalot, who was still his