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guerrilla artist makes art out of everything and puts it everywhere.”
    “Cool beans. But why?”
    Aunt Opal smiled. “It’s fun. And creative. And daring. See, here’s what I’m thinking… .” Opal whispered to Judy. A big grin spread over Judy’s face.
    For the next hour, Judy cut, glued, and painted paper insects. Aunt Opal hammered, twisted, shaped, and shined her garbage-can lid.
    “It’s way cool making such a mess!” said Judy.
    “That’s what art is all about,” said Opal.
    Judy swirled a huge glob of Goliath Glue onto the garbage lid with her hand, then stuck a butterfly, dragonfly, and her favorite insect, the northeast beach tiger beetle, onto the lid.
    “Ta-da!” Leaning on the table with one hand, she struck a pose, showing off her hat.
Boing!
Bugs sprang up and down on metal Slinkies.
    “Fantastic! I TOLD you it was a hat.” Opal held up her own hat, which was decked out with pottery shards, ribbons, colored glass, and sparkly gems.
    “Now all we have to do is sneak over to the library and put these on the library lions. But it has to be late at night, after dark, so nobody sees.”
    “That’s ten thrill points, for sure!” Judy said.
    The door banged and Stink burst into the room, excited. “Guess what! Zeke gave me homework. I have to look for Bigfoot scat!” He proudly held up tongs, plastic bags, and a small shovel.
    “Are you sure he wasn’t telling YOU to scat?” Judy joked.
    “Zeke says you have to sniff for a really bad smell, which I’m super good at by the way, and look for dark stuff that looks like potting soil on flat rocks. Then you poke it to see if it has any leaves or berries in it. Which is why you never leave home without —”
    Tingalinga, ding! Ding! Ding!
“Ice-cream truck!” Stink dropped his stuff like a hot potato and zoomed out the door. Aunt Opal ran after him.
    “Wait for me!” Judy started to run, but the whole table came with her.
Help!
Her hand was stuck fast to the table! She pulled. She pulled harder. “Hey! Somebody! My hand! It’s stuck! I’M GOLIATH-GLUED TO THE TABLE!”
    Aunt Opal rushed back in. “What! You’re kidding, right?” Judy tried again to pry her hand off, but all it did was lift the table. Opal dashed into the kitchen.
    “STINKER! BUY ME AN ICE CREAM!” Judy yelled out the front door.
    Opal came back with olive oil, mayo, and a spatula.
    “This is no time to make a sandwich,” said Judy.
    “Trust me,” said Opal. She poured olive oil and glopped mayonnaise all over Judy’s hand. Stink came back, slurping a rainbow-colored Popsicle.
    “Where’s mine?”
    “I thought you were coming out. How was I supposed to know you glued yourself to a table? Want some?” Stink asked, holding out his Popsicle.
    “An ABS Popsicle? Already-Been-Slobbered? Forget it.”
    “This won’t take much longer. I promise,” said Aunt Opal.
    “Famous last words,” Judy said. Forty-seven tries later, she slumped over.
    “Well, we’ve tried warm water, a chisel, hand soap, laundry soap, dish soap, and Goo-B-Gone.”
    Aunt Opal jiggled Judy’s arm. Judy wiggled one, two, three fingers.
    “Almost, almost… there!” Aunt Opal cried.
    At last, Judy’s hand flew up off the table.
    “Free at last! In just under”— Stink checked the clock —“one hour and forty-seven minutes!”
    “I had no idea that glue was so strong,” said Opal. “How’s your hand?”
    “Better, now that there’s no table stuck to it. I’m going to need some Band-Aids for sure. But my mood ring’s in a bad mood. I think it’s gonna be stuck on black forever. Ugh. This. Was the worst day. Of my life.”
    “Worse than the time I got to dress up as a human flag and go to the White House?” Stink asked. “And you had to go to school and dress up as a cavity?” Judy chased Stink around the table with the Goliath Glue bottle.
    “Sorry, Judy,” Aunt Opal said. “I’ll make it up to you. Anything you want.”
    Judy looked at her. “Really? You mean