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president of the club and please, please take Zoopy back home with you. Does anyone object to Russell being president or will you all forever rest in peace?”
    Zoopy said, “I second that emotion,” and made a sloppy,slurping sound, which is what you do if you've got a mouth that's always full of gallons of drool and slob.
    That wasn't the weird part of the dream, that was the good part. The weird part began when Rodney Rodent said:
    “I haven't worked in so, so long I think I've lost my mind,
    I can't believe I came to Flint an Old Soul for to find.
    I've moved their stove, I've moved their fridge, I carried them real far.
    If I can get to the garage, I'll even move their car.”
    After making those bad rhymes, Rodney Rodent picked up the bed, with Russell on it, and walked around the room carrying it over his head while saying:
    “Russell is the greatest! Russell is the king!
    Russell is a chomping, chewing, fast-eating machine!”
    But like with so many great things, this dream came to an end way too soon.
    Russell was instantly awake when he heard his mother scream.
    A second later he heard her say, “The fridge? The stove? How could they steal the stove and fridge without anyone hearing them?”
    Russ was pretty sure he was awake, but what he saw when he looked around his room made him think maybe his weird dream was still going on.
    First because his bed had moved from one side of the room to the other, and second because where his bed used to be now sat a refrigerator and stove!
    Russell blinked a couple of times and shook his head to try to make the kitchen appliances go away, but each time he opened his eyes, they were still right there, right where they weren't supposed to be.
    “Wow!” Russell looked at Rodney Rodent and said to the dog, “I bet I won't need a crystal ball to tell that some big trouble's right around the corner.”
    Russell's mummy walked into his room. “Russell, did you hear anything last night? Someone stole the …”
    His mummy froze with her mouth wide open.
    “Boy!” Russell thought. “Maybe I should ask Mummy to join the Flint Future Detectives—she noticed the stove and refrigerator were in my room, and no one gave her
any
kind of clues!”
    She didn't say another word, just turned around and walked out of the room like nothing unusual had happened.
    Five seconds later she was back with Daddy. She pointed at the fridge. “Impossible, huh? I'm mad, am I, huh? HUH?”
    Daddy looked at the stove and fridge, then at his son, then at his wife, then back at their appliances.
    Mummy said, “That Carter boy is involved in this. I don't know how, but I feel it in my bones that that Steven Carter boy has something to do with this.”
    Daddy said, “Russ-ell, muh boy, ya didn't hear no one toting the icebox into ya room last night? Ya slept right t'rough it? And I s'pose it'd be a grand waste of time ta ask why ya drag ya bed from one par-factly good side of the room to the otha, huh?”
    Russell had seen Steven stroke his chin whenever he wanted someone to think he was doing some real strong thinking, so he decided to do the same.
    “Hmmm,” he said, “I did dream that Rodney Rodent picked up the bed and was marching me around the room. I didn't see him touch the stove and fridge, but he might've. The way he was carrying my bed around the room, I kinda think he's a lot stronger than he looks.”
    Mummy said, “Was that Carter boy over here last night?”
    “No, Mummy, Steven's real brave, but he's afraid of you guys.”
    “Imagine that! That little monster afraid of
us
!”
    Daddy said, “I'll hafta go rent a dolly to move these t'ings back. What a city, what a country!”
    Mummy shook her head and left the room.
    “All right, muh boy, our mornin's all set for us. Get dressed and let's get goin'.”
    After Russell had washed his face and brushed and flossed his teeth (yup, he actually flosses!) and combed his hair, he dropped Rodney Rodent into the front pocket of his shirt