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Sack Attack!






 

“Eww! ” Nancy cried. She wiggled her shoulder, and the bullfrog hopped off.

“Give me Frogzilla! ” a boy’s voice demanded. “Give him to me now! ”

Nancy saw Orson Wong running toward them. Orson was in the girls’ class. He was nice, but he could be a pest sometimes.

“It’s not fair! ” Orson said. He reached down and grabbed the croaking frog by its middle. “It’s unjust! ”

Orson was wearing a white T-shirt with the words FROGZILLA RULES printed on it. Strapped over his shoulder was a plastic carrying case with tiny holes.

“Frogzilla was supposed to be in the frog-jumping contest, ” Orson said. “But he was disqualified.”

“What does that mean? ” Bess asked.

“It means Frogzilla isn’t allowed to jump, ” Orson said. “The director said I gave him a push.”

“Did you? ” Nancy asked.

“No way! ” Orson said. He shrugged. “It was a high-five. For good luck.”

“Bluuuurp! ” Frogzilla croaked.

Nancy could see Brenda standing nearby. Her head was tilted as if she was listening to every word.

“I don’t get it, ” Orson went on. “The rules say we can walk next to our frogs. We can blow on them. Why can’t we give them a high-five? ”

“Rules are rules, ” Nancy said.

“Rules, shmules! ” Orson said. “Frogzilla trained for this race for weeks. I even put him on a special diet! ”

Orson pulled a jar of giant black horseflies from his pants pocket.

“Ewww! ” Bess cried. “I caught these beauties myself, ” Orson said proudly. “Premium Grade-A pests! ”

“It takes one to know one, ” George whispered to Nancy.

“I heard that! ” Orson snapped. He shoved the jar back in his pocket. Then he placed Frogzilla into his carrying case.

“We’ll show this stupid carnival, ” Orson muttered. “Right, Frogzilla? ”

“Bluuurp! ” Frogzilla croaked.

Orson marched away with Frogzilla swinging from his shoulder.

“What did Orson mean by that? ” Bess asked. “That they’ll show the carnival? ”

“It’s just pest talk, ” George said.

Brenda ran over, waving her reporter pad. “Check out this headline, ” she said, “‘Frog contestant hopping mad! ’”

“Why don’t you write about something nice? ” Nancy asked. “Like the new Ferris wheel at the carnival.”

“Did it get stuck yet? ” Brenda asked, her eyes shining. “Or make anyone sick? ”

“No, ” Nancy said.

“Then what good is it? ” Brenda said. She flipped her hair over her shoulder and walked to the honey-roasted peanut stand.

“Come on.” Nancy sighed. “Let’s forget about Brenda and play some games.”

First the girls played the beanbag toss, then the color wheel, and finally the giant ring toss.

Nancy flung the plastic ring. She held her breath as it landed on top of the old-fashioned milk bottle. But instead of circling it, it fell right off.

“Rats! ” Nancy said. She pointed to the shelf filled with toys. “I wanted to win that stuffed panda for Isabelle.”

“We all did, ” Bess said.

“There’s still the big potato sack race tomorrow, ” George said. “I’ll bet there’ll be more pandas there.”

“Yes! ” Nancy cheered under her breath. The potato sack race was her favorite contest of all.

The girls joined arms and skipped toward the balloon gate to meet Mrs. Marvin. Nancy heard some giggling.

She turned and saw the triplets, Nicky, Vicky, and Ricky. They were dressed in their usual Three Little Pigs costumes.

The costumes looked like fuzzy pink pajamas. Written on the back of each was PIG OUT AT SIMON THE PIEMAN’S.

The costumes covered the triplets from head to toe, but their hands were free. Free enough to hold ice cream cones, bags of nuts, and cotton candy.

“Nicky! Vicky! Ricky! ” Nancy called.

The Three Little Pigs spun around. They stared out of the eyeholes in their hood-masks.

“Hi! ” Nancy said, waving.

The triplets waved their cones and cotton candy. Then they scurried away.

“Where are they going? ” Nancy asked.

“Maybe to hog some more food.” Bess giggled.

“Cute! ” George said.

Mrs. Marvin picked the girls up in her red minivan. Nancy was the first to be driven home.

When Nancy ran into the kitchen Hannah Gruen was placing fresh-baked cookies on a plate. Hannah had been the Drews’ housekeeper since Nancy was only three years old.

“Hannah, do we have any potato sacks? ” Nancy asked. “I want to practice for the potato sack race tomorrow.”

“No, ” Hannah said with a smile. “But we’ve got plenty of pillowcases.”

“Hannah, you’re a genius! ” Nancy said. She grabbed a cookie. “And a pretty amazing cook, too. But I think I’ll save this for later.”

Upstairs in her room Nancy hopped back and forth inside a flowered pillowcase. Her Labrador puppy, Chocolate Chip, wagged her tail and chased her.

Nancy felt the pillowcase tangle around her legs. She fell down on the rug. Chip began licking her face.

“Great! ” Nancy giggled. “It’s a good thing I’m not a potato. Or I’d be mashed! ”

 

• • •

 

At eleven the next morning Hannah drove the girls to the carnival. She promised to pick them up at two o’clock sharp.

The girls got their carnival passbooks stamped with the date. Then they ran through the balloon gate.

“Look! ” Bess cried, pointing. “It’s Isabelle Santoro! ”

Nancy’s heart flipped when she saw Isabelle Santoro standing a few feet away.

But as they ran closer, Nancy could see it wasn’t Isabelle at all.

“It’s a cardboard cut-out, ” Nancy said, tapping Isabelle’s face. “But don’t worry. We’ll see the real Isabelle soon.”

An announcement came over the loudspeaker. The potato sack race would begin in ten minutes on the soccer field.

“Wait for meeee! ” Brenda called as she ran through the balloon gate.

“Are you in the potato sack race, too, Brenda? ” Nancy asked.

“And crawl into a dusty old bag? ” Brenda scoffed. “I’m here in case something exciting happens at the race.”

“She means in case someone slips and falls, ” George whispered to Nancy.

“I heard that! ” Brenda snapped.

The girls ran to the soccer field.

“Hi, I’m Nina, ” a teenage girl wearing a carnival cap said with a smile. “Grab a potato sack and jump in! ”

She pointed to a stack of sacks. Some of them were thick and brown. Others had been made from brightly colored sheets and blankets.

Down the field was a red ribbon finish line. Near it were a few stuffed animals.

One was a panda!

The girls each grabbed a sack and hopped in. Twelve other kids did the same.

But as they hopped to the starting line, George slowed down. “What’s that crunching noise? ” she asked.

“And why do my feet feel so wet? ” Bess asked.

Nancy’s feet felt wet, too. And the bottom of her sack felt kind of crunchy.

“Uh-oh, ” Nancy said. She stepped out of her sack. Her blue sneakers were covered with sticky yellow stuff.

Nancy peeked inside her sack.

“Oh, no! ” she cried. “My sack is filled with raw eggs! ”

 


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