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the Student Center.
    Jennifer brought her own camera. And I brought a huge bag of Nutty Nutty candy bars.
    Everyone loves Nutty Nutty Bars. You know their slogan: They’re So Nutty, They Make You Nutty, Too!
    The good thing about a Nutty Nutty Bar is that it sticks to your teeth. No way you can pull it off. So you have that great Nutty Nutty taste for days !
    Normally I sell the Nutty Nutty Bars for two dollars each. But today was Plan B. Today everyone would see how popular I am. Mainly because Iplanned to give the candy bars away for free .
    I met Jennifer after dinner in front of the game room. The Student Center was packed. Lots of kids hang out here every night. It’s more fun than doing your homework.
    â€œGet your camera ready,” I told The Ecch. “When I start giving these babies away, I’ll have a huge crowd around me. I’ll be the most popular dude in the universe !”
    I dragged my bag of candy into the game room. “Free candy bars!” I shouted. I raised a handful of candy bars over my head. “Come and get ’em! It’s my birthday. And I’m giving out gifts! Free Nutty Nuttys!”
    Can you imagine the excited cries and shouts? Bernie B. giving something away ?
    It looked like a cattle stampede. I was mobbed. All I could see were hands—hands grabbing the candy bars as fast as I pulled them from the bag.
    â€œJennifer—are you getting this?” I cried. “Are you getting their happy faces?”
    I looked up to see her clicking away.
    â€œFeenman, nice try,” I said. “Beat it. You already grabbed four bars. Did you think I wasn’t counting?”

    Feenman grinned. He had Nutty Nutty nougat and nuts stuck to his teeth and both cheeks. His school blazer pocket was stuffed with candy bars.
    â€œFree Nutty Nuttys!” I shouted to the crowd. “It’s my birthday gift to everybody!”
    Kids cheered and slapped me on the back as I handed out the candy. I turned to Jennifer. “Are you getting the looks on their faces? Do I look popular or what?”
    â€œYeaa, Bernie! Yeaa, Bernie!” kids started to chant.
    â€œYo, Chipmunk!” I called. “Come here, Chipper. Here’s a candy bar!”
    Chipmunk is the shyest guy in school. He’s so shy, he burps into his shirt pocket so his breath won’t go on anyone. When he enters a room, he says, “Goodbye”—just in case you don’t want to talk to him.
    â€œChipper—catch!” I tossed him a Nutty Nutty. I knew he was too shy to come over and get it.
    I turned to The Ecch. “Take a picture. Quick. Chipmunk enjoying his free candy bar—thanks to the most popular dude in school!”
    Everyone cheered. Jennifer clicked away. Plan B was a big success.
    But then I saw Chipmunk’s face get weird. His eyes bulged. His mouth dropped open.

    He started waving his arms wildly and making a horrible sound.

    â€œHe’s choking!” Feenman cried. “He’s choking on the candy bar!”
    I turned to Jennifer. “Stop taking his picture!”

    Chipmunk’s eyes bulged out of his head. His face turned bright purple. He was beating his chest with his fists.
    At that moment Leif Blower walked in, followed by Mr. Pupipantz. They both stopped when they saw Chipmunk choking—and gasped.

    Leif tried to help Chipmunk. He gave him a slap on the back. Chipmunk heaved hard—and a big, wet glob of Nutty Nutty Bar came flying out of his mouth. It sailed across the room and hit Mr. Pupipantz in the forehead—and stuck there.
    Chipmunk was bent over, panting hard. His face started to return to its normal color.
    Mr. Pupipantz struggled to pull the candy bar glob off his forehead.
    â€œWhat’s going on here?” he cried. He squinted at Chipmunk. “Who gave you that candy bar?”

    Chipmunk pointed. “Bernie did. He made me eat it sohe could take a picture. I—I guess he forgot I’m