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skirt.
    “You like pigs!” said Judy.
    “What was your first clue?” Jessica laughed in her hyena way.
    Judy touched the spelling bee prize ribbons Jessica had hanging on the wall. Jessica showed Judy her scrapbook, with all the times her name had been in the paper.
    “Wow,” said Judy. “Did they ever spell your name wrong?”
    “Once. Jessica Flinch!”

    “Judy Muddy!” said Judy.
    “Look! Here are all the spelling posters I made.” Jessica pointed to the wall next to her bed.
    “Hey, they’re green. How come they’re not pink too?”
    “Because they glow in the dark. Wait.” Jessica pulled down the shades and turned off the light.
    The room lit up with glow-in-the-dark words. All the spelling words from Mr. Todd!
                    BICYCLE
                    ICICLE
                    BREADSICLE
                    POPSICLE
                    RECYCLE
                    MOTORCYCLE
    “What’s a breadsicle?” Judy asked. “Is that like pumpernickel?”
    “Hey, you’re good,” said Jessica. “See, I make up fake words and play a game to see if I can fool myself. Want to play? Or we could play the pig game. Instead of dice you get to roll little plastic pigs.”
    “What about making a cast?” said Judy.
    “You’re not going to break my finger or anything, like you did to Frank, are you?”
    “No! Besides, it was an accident,” Judy said.
    “Okay. So. What do we need?” asked Jessica.
    “Newspaper. Water. Glue.”
    “This comes off, right?” said Jessica.
    “Right,” said Judy.
There must be some way to get it off,
she thought. “We have to let it dry first. Then we paint it.”
    “Can we paint it pink?” asked Jessica.
    “Sure,” Judy said.
Rare. A pink cast.
    “I’ll go get some old newspapers,” said Jessica.
    When she came back, she said, “All I could find was today’s, so let’s hope my parents have already read it!”
    Judy and Jessica tore the paper into strips. Judy could not wait to see the pink cast. This was her biggest operation yet!
    Judy dipped paper strips into the sticky mixture and carefully placed them one by one on Jessica’s arm.
    “Ooh. It feels icky,” said Jessica. “Are you sure this is going to work?”
    Jessica was as bad as Stink. “Here,” said Judy, handing Jessica more newspaper. “Tear up some more strips. I’m running out.”
    Jessica handed Judy a strip. At the top was the word PHANTOM. Jessica handed Judy another strip. STRIKES. A third. HOSPITAL.
    “Stop!” said Judy. “Where’s the rest of this story?” She peered at Jessica’s arm. “Page B six. Where’s page B six, huh?”

    “Oh. I think I already ripped it up.”
    Judy tried to read Jessica’s wet, oogey arm, but all she could make out were the words
doll thief
. “What did it say?” she asked in a panic.
    “Phantom strikes county hospital, or something.”
    “Or something, what?”
    “I don’t know. What’s the big deal?”
    Judy stood up suddenly, scattering paper strips everywhere. “I gotta go!”
    “You what? Wait! My arm! You can’t just . . . What about my pink cast?” But Judy was already out the door.
    She, Judy Moody, Doll Thief, would be famous all right. For going to jail. Just like Stink said.

“Home already?” asked Mom. “How was Jessica’s? Fun?”
    “I . . . did you . . . where’s . . . the . . . paper?” Judy asked, out of breath.
    “Today’s paper? Right here,” said Dad, pushing it across the table toward Judy.
    Judy flipped through the paper madly. But when she got to Section B, all she saw was a giant hole.

    “Who cut up the paper? Stink?” she said, shooting him her best stinging-caterpillar eyebrow look.
    “Oh, I did,” said Dad. “Here, I tacked it up right here on the fridge.”
    He read out loud:
    PHANTOM DOLL DOCTOR STRIKES COUNTY HOSPITAL
    On Saturday, October 17, Grace Porter, a member of the nursing staff at County