Stink.
“You mean Toady won the race?” asked Judy.
“Not exactly,” said Stink. He held out a sandwich bag with a gross-looking spider skin in it. “It’s a molted spider.”
“A melted spider?” asked Judy. “Gross!”
“Mol-ted. It’s just the skin. Spiders have their skeleton on the outside, and they shed.”
“Rare,” said Judy, peering into the bag.
“Toady wouldn’t even hop once when it was time for the race. So the kid who won the tarantula gave it to me. I think he felt sorry for me.”
“Tarantula!” cried Judy. “Holy macaroni! I was so busy at Amy’s house, getting the scoop on the My-Name-Is-a-Poem Club and tricking Stink with pickle gum, that I forgot I was supposed to go to Rocky’s! To practice the tarantula. I mean, the tarantella. Now I’m saying it.”
“Here’s a scoop for you,” said Stink. “Your friends aren’t talking to you. I was supposed to tell you. Rocky called. And Frank called. Then Rocky called again. And that Jessica Finch person.”
“Stink! Why didn’t you tell me? What did they say?”
“They said to tell you that they’re really mad you didn’t show up and they are not doing the spider dance with you even if you pay them one million dollars.”
“Judy, this sounds like a real mix-up,” said Mom. “You were supposed to be working on a school project with Rocky and your other friends, but you were with Amy?”
“I didn’t do it on purpose, Mom, and now they’re mad and they’ll never talk to me again.”
“It’ll work out, honey. Everybody makes mistakes,” said Mom.
“We know you’re excited about your new friend, Amy,” said Dad. “All we’re saying is you need to take care not to forget about your old friends, too.”
“I can’t help it if they’re mad,” said Judy. “What do I say?”
“Just be honest,” said Mom. “Tell them you lost track of time.”
“Or tell them the Pickle Gum Monster took over your brain,” said Stink.
“Yipes stripes!” Judy said. “I just can’t believe this happened. I was getting all mixed up wearing two watches. Then I took off BOTH watches to wash my hands at Amy Namey’s. . . . I must have looked at the wrong one or something.”
“So I guess you could say TWO watches AREN’T better than one!” said Stink.
Judy called Rocky. “I’m sorry I’m late, but my two watches got me all mixed up and then I got attacked by a giant gumball and —”
“I’m not talking to you,” said Rocky.
“You just did!” said Judy. “So you’re NOT not talking to me!” She laughed. But Rocky did not crack up one teensy bit.
“I mean it,” he told her. “Frank’s mad, too. He already went home. And Jessica Finch doesn’t even want to be in the group. She’s making up her own Pizza Spelling Test.”
“But we have to practice the dance! I’m coming over right now.”
“Don’t!” said Rocky. “I told you — I’m not talking to you.”
“But I — we have to. You can’t just —”
“Hmm-hmm, hmm-hmm, hmm hmm hmm . . .” Rocky would not listen. He just hummed “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star” into the phone.
Judy hung up the phone and went to find Stink. “You gotta come over to Rocky’s with me,” she said. “Now!”
“How come?”
“Because he’s not talking to me.”
“So?”
“So, he’s NOT not talking to you.”
Judy ran across the street and rang the bell. She made Stink stand in front of her. Rocky opened the door.
ROCKY:Stink, tell Judy I said I’m not talking to her.
JUDY:Stink, please tell Rocky that we have to practice our dance.
STINK:Judy says you have to practice your dance.
ROCKY:Tell Judy that she’s the one who didn’t show up to practice. I don’t want to dance like a spider anyway. I quit.
STINK:He quits.
JUDY:I heard. Please tell Rocky I had a really good excuse. Tell him about Attack of the Giant Gumball and everything.
STINK:She did get gum all over her. See? Look at her gum-wad hair.
ROCKY:Tell Judy too bad. It’s