up,” Aunt Dee said, leading him to the stairs. “Then we’ll have to give the dog a bath.”
She turned back to Evan and pointed a finger at him. “One more chance,” she
warned. “One more chance.”
In the corner, Dogface let out a loud hiccup.
“See how you’ve upset the dog?” Kermit’s mom called to Evan. “You’ve given
poor Dogface the hiccups!”
“But—but—” Evan sputtered again.
As Evan struggled to find words to defend himself, Kermit and his mom
disappeared up the stairs.
Two hours later, Andy and Evan wearily headed for home.
“What a mess,” Evan moaned. “Look at me. I’m covered in chemicals.”
“Two hours,” Andy muttered. “Two hours to clean up the basement. And Dogface
stood there watching us, hiccupping the whole time.”
“Kermit is such a little creep,” Evan said, kicking a stone across the
sidewalk.
Andy shook her head bitterly. “Do you have any more cousins like him?”
“No,” Evan replied. “Kermit is one of a kind.”
“He’s such a little liar,” Andy said.
“Hey—you stuck up for him,” Evan accused. “You said he was a genius,
remember? You were so happy that he did your math problems for you, you thought he was
wonderful.”
Andy shifted her backpack onto her other shoulder. A smile crossed her face.
“I forgot all about the math problems,” she said. “Kermit may be a little creep—but he’s also a genius. I’m going to get an A in math!” She let out a happy
cheer.
“Winners never cheat, and cheaters never win,” Evan muttered.
Andy gave him a playful shove. “Did you just make that up? It’s very catchy.”
“Give me a break,” Evan growled. He turned and made his way up his driveway
without saying good-bye.
Andy called him two nights later. “Your cousin Kermit is a total creep!” She
shouted so loudly, Evan had to hold his phone away from his ear.
“Do you know what he did? Do you know what he did?” Andy shrieked.
“No. What?” Evan asked softly.
“He did all the math equations wrong,” Andy cried.
“Excuse me?” Evan wasn’t sure he heard correctly. “The genius got everything
wrong?”
“On purpose!” Andy declared. “He got them wrong on purpose. He made up
answers for all of them! He didn’t even read the problems. He just wrote down
stupid answers.”
“But why?” Evan demanded.
“Why? Why? Because he’s Kermit!” Andy screamed.
Evan swallowed hard. Poor Andy, he thought. Now she will fail in math.
“What a mean, rotten trick!” Andy shrieked into the phone. “Mrs. McGrady
called me up to her desk and asked me to explain my answers. She asked me how I
could possibly be so totally off on every single equation.”
Andy sighed bitterly. “Of course I couldn’t answer her. I just stood there
with my mouth open. I think I drooled on her desk!”
“After we left his house, Kermit probably laughed his head off,” Evan said.
“That brat has such a sick sense of humor,” Andy wailed. “We have to pay him
back, Evan. We really have to.”
“Yeah. We do,” Evan agreed.
“We have to get out the Monster Blood,” Andy urged. “We have to use the
Monster Blood to pay him back.”
“Yeah. We do,” Evan agreed.
10
Evan called Andy back later that night. “I changed my mind,” he said. “I
don’t want to use the Monster Blood.”
“What’s your problem?” Andy demanded. “Kermit deserves it. You know he
does.”
“Monster Blood is too dangerous,” Evan told her. “It turned Cuddles the
hamster into a giant, roaring monster. I don’t want to turn Kermit into a giant,
roaring monster.”
“Neither do I!” Andy exclaimed. “I don’t want to feed it to him, Evan.
I just want to slip a tiny bit into one of his mixtures. He thinks he’s so smart
and can do anything. I want to see Kermit’s face when his mixture goes berserk!”
She laughed gleefully.
What an evil laugh, Evan thought.
“It’ll be awesome!” Andy
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