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big grin on my face as I stepped into the Headmaster’s office. He’s so short, I had to stand on tiptoe and lean over his desk to see him.
    â€œNice to see you, sir,” I said. “I love that new tie. What are those colored streaks supposed to be? Is it modern art?”
    He glanced down at the tie. “It’s not modern art, Bernie,” he growled. “I spilled some of my Froot Loops on it at breakfast.”
    â€œWell, it looks wonderful on you,” I said. “Why did you call me in, sir? Do you need some help with the first graders? You know I’m always eager to volunteer.”
    â€œI have chapped lips. Don’t make me laugh,” The Upchuck said. “I called you in to give you a short message.”
    I flashed him my two-dimpled smile. “And what is that message, sir? If it has to do with the five missing pepperoni pizzas from the kitchen, I can explain that.”
    His bald head turned red. He lowered himself from his chair and pulled himself up to his full, three-foot height. “Here’s my message for you, Bernie,” he said. “It’s just a little reminder.”
    â€œReminder, sir?”
    He nodded. “Whatever it is you’re doing? Don’t do it!”
    He climbed back into his chair.
    â€œIs that it, sir?” I asked.
    â€œThat’s it,” he said.
    â€œThank you, sir,” I said. I gave him a two-finger salute.
    I turned and walked into his outer office. I let out a sigh of relief. I got off pretty easy that time.
    I really couldn’t explain about the five missing pepperoni pizzas. We guys got hungry late one night, that’s all.
    I headed for the door, then stopped. Someone was bent behind the long desk, shoving files into a bottom drawer. When he stood up, I recognized him.
    Angel Goodeboy.
    â€œHey,” he called. “Bernie, what’s up?”
    Angel looks like an angel. He has a pink-cheeked round face, innocent blue eyes, a tiny red mouth, and a pile of blond, curly hair. I always picture him with a silver halo floating over his head.
    The girls all adore him. Guys think he’s the sweetest dude in school. But I know the truth about him.
    Angel is no angel.
    â€œWhat are you doing here in The Upchuck’s office?” I asked him. “I mean, what are you being punished for?”
    He giggled. “Me? Punished? No way, Bernie. I’m working here. You know. Filing stuff. And looking up records and stuff on the computer.”
    â€œDo you get paid?” I asked.
    He shook his head. “No. I’m doing it just for the fun.”
    What a weirdo!
    Then he leaned over the desk and whispered, “Bernie, I heard about your birthday party. I’m totally excited about it.”
    I blinked. “You are?”
    â€œLet me help out,” he said. “Please?”
    I blinked again. Was I dreaming this? Angel and I weren’t exactly best buddies.
    â€œHelp out? How?” I asked.
    His blue eyes twinkled. “Well…I can get all the girls to come. They think I’m adorable. And I can get my Nyce House friends. And guess what, Bernie? My brothers and sisters are coming for a visit. They’ll come, too.”
    â€œYou’re serious?” I said. This could be good. I knew that Angel had a lot of brothers and sisters!
    â€œMy brother Angel is coming,” Angel said.
    â€œHe’s named Angel, too?” I asked.
    He grinned. “Yes, he’s Angel the third. My brother Happy Goodeboy is coming. And Gladdy Goodeboy and Goody Goodeboy and my sister Beeya Goodeboy and my cousin Attsa Goodeboy.”
    â€œGuess we’ll have a good crowd,” I said.
    â€œLet me take care of everything,” Angel begged. “Please, Bernie. Put me in charge. I want the party to be a real surprise for you.”
    I squinted at him. I knew I couldn’t trust him. Was he for real?
    I studied his face. I stared into his eyes. I pinched his cheek really hard.