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Monella. Gotta run, Sweet Cakes.” Jennifer took me bysurprise. She grabbed my head and planted a big kiss on my forehead.
    Ecch. I took off, running to the dorm to wash it off.

Chapter 14
25 B LUEBERRY P IES
    â€œOkay, Chipmunk—here she comes,” I whispered.
    We were huddled outside the classroom kitchen. Chipmunk sat on the floor with his head in his lap. I saw Ms. Monella coming down the hall.
    â€œOkay, start crying,” I said. “Make it look good, Chipmunk. Don’t forget to sob real loud. And move your shoulders up and down.”
    Chipmunk started to whimper.
    â€œNo. No good!” I said, shaking him. “No whimpering—crying. Sobbing . Hurry. Get going. Make it good, dude!”

    Chipmunk started to sob, shaking his shoulders up and down.
    Ms. Monella trotted up to us. “Why, good afternoon, Bernie. How are y’all today?” She has a very soft voice and speaks in a sweet Southern drawl.
    â€œI’m fine,” I said. “But…” I pointed to Chipmunk, sobbing his heart out.
    â€œOh, my goodness!” Ms. Monella exclaimed. “What’s wrong with your friend?” she asked me.
    â€œIt’s because of his birthday,” I said. “His birthday iscoming up. His mom always bakes him a blueberry pie for his birthday. It’s the first year he won’t have one.”
    I nudged Chipmunk in the back, and he let out some really loud sobs. He kept his head down, weeping hard.
    Ms. Monella shook her head. “Ah think ah have an idea,” she told me.
    She turned to my sobbing friend. “Chipmunk, don’t cry,” she said. “We were going to bake chocolate cakes for the School Bake Sale—but forget that. I’ll go buy a bushel of blueberries. And I’ll have everyone in my class bake a blueberry pie.”
    She patted his quivering shoulders. “Cheer up, Chipmunk,” she said. “We’ll bake twenty-five blueberry pies tomorrow, and you can come choose one for your birthday!”
    I grabbed Chipmunk by the back of the neck and pulled his head up. “Look. He’s smiling already!” I said. “You’ve made him so happy, Ms. Monella.”
    She smiled, too. “Well, that’s just wonderful. I’d better get to the store and buy up all their blueberries.”
    â€œYes. Definitely. Go to the store,” I said. A grincrossed my face. “Yes. Twenty-five pies. That should be about right.”
    I felt my wrist. It started to tingle.
    Whoa! Of course my wrist was tingling. Tomorrow night I’d be wearing the watch on that wrist!

Chapter 15
E AT P IE!
    The next night, we waited till midnight. Then we snuck out of the dorm.
    Belzer, Feenman and Crench, Chipmunk, Beast, and a bunch of other Rotten House guys followed me to the School House.
    It was a cold, windy night. No moon or stars in the sky. I knew I wasn’t shaking from the cold. I was shaking with excitement. And my wrist was tingling stronger than ever.
    We trotted across the Great Lawn. When we passed the statue of I. B. Rotten, I touched hisbright red nose for good luck.
    Sherman and Wes Updood and a gang of other kids were waiting for us at the School House door.
    Belzer opened the door for us, and we crept inside. The building was dark except for a few dim ceiling bulbs.
    No one said a word as we climbed the stairs to the classroom kitchen. The only sounds were the scampering of mice over the floor and the thud of our shoes on the concrete steps.
    I could smell the blueberry pies from the hallway. Yessss!
    We pulled open the doors. Clicked on the overhead lights. And there they were !
    The pies were lined up on a long table against the wall. They were covered in aluminum foil. The room smelled so sweet. I stood in the middle of the room, sniffing with my eyes shut, a big smile on my face.
    I felt a tap on my shoulder. Sherman Oaks stood next to me. “Bernie, stop sniffing,” he said. “We have to