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at one side.
    On the wall, I saw two framed photographs. One was of Headmaster Upchuck in a black graduation robe. The other showed him at some theme park, shaking hands with SpongeBob SquarePants.
    Weird.
    â€œHey, check it out,” Crench whispered. “He keeps a jar of jelly beans on his desk.” Crench pulled off the lid and helped himself.
    Feenman grabbed a few from the jar. “Yo, Crench. What’s your favorite flavor?”
    â€œCucumber,” Crench said. “I love the cucumber ones.”
    â€œI like the white ones that have no flavor at all,” Feenman said. “Those are awesome!”
    â€œWe’re not here for jelly beans,” I said. “This is serious. Did you forget?”
    Feenman and Crench swallowed. “What do we do, Bernie?”
    â€œGo through that stack of papers,” I said, beaming my light on the desk. “Find the ‘New Student file.’”
    They began pawing through the stack. I moved to the file cabinets against the wall and began to search.
    â€œFound it!” I whispered, pulling out a thick file. “Okay, dudes. We’re in business.”
    I spread the file out on the desktop. “Here we go. Registration form. Keep your light on it. Hey, Crench—what are you doing?”
    â€œI got a green onion one,” he said. “Awesome.” He tossed a few more jelly beans into his mouth. “Mmmm. Tomato.”
    I pulled out my pen and leaned over the registration form.
    â€œHey, Bernie, what’s up with this? How is this going to work?” Feenman asked.
    â€œI enroll Gassy as a transfer student,” I said. “If Gassy is a student, he can’t be a pet—right? And if he’s not a pet, I can’t be kicked out of school.”
    â€œBut—but—” Feenman stammered. “It won’t work. It can’t work.”
    â€œTake it easy,” I said. “He won’t be the only student in this school who walks on all fours!”
    Crench was grabbing for the jelly beans again. He was no help at all. But Feenman held his flashlight over the New Student form. And I filled it out.
    I wrote Gassy’s new name on the form: BARRY A .
    BONE . Then I scribbled stuff over the rest of the page.
    â€œI’m so proud. Barry’s gonna be a Rotten Student!” I said. “Crench—get away from the jelly beans. Open that supply closet over there. Find Barry a school T-shirt and a cap.”
    Crench opened the closet and began to search through the shelves of shirts and sweatshirts. “Problem, Bernie,” he said. “They don’t have dog sizes.”
    â€œNever mind that,” I said. “Just get a large.”
    He handed me a shirt and a cap. “Better get me two shirts,” I said. “Barry spits up a lot.”
    Crench handed me another shirt.
    â€œOkay. We’re done. Let’s get out of here,” I said.“I’ve got to get Barry ready for school tomorrow.”

    We started to the door. But Crench just couldn’t resist. He saw two dark beans resting on the desk. He picked them up and popped them into his mouth. He chewed for a moment. Then he made a disgusted face. “Sick. These taste awful .”
    â€œThat’s because they’re not jelly beans,” I said. “That was mouse poop.”

Chapter 15
F IRST -D AY J ITTERS
    The next morning, Belzer walked Barry while I ate breakfast. I could barely swallow my bacon, sausage, hash browns, cheese Danish, and hominy grits. I was nervous about Barry’s first day in class.
    When Belzer returned, I told him to get the new student dressed for school.
    It wasn’t easy.
    Belzer had a hard time pulling the shirt over Barry’s head and down his legs. Barry kept growling and snapping at him.
    â€œOw. My arm. I’m bleeding!” Belzer cried. “Lookwhat that dog did to me. I’m bleeding!”
    â€œIt’s only a flesh wound,” I said.