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theory, but I do know that in our local free-market economy, the Schwa was a high-ticket item—and as his manager, lining up his jobs, I got a decent percentage of the money he made. I gotta admit, though, the money was just gravy. It was great for once to be the center ofattention—or at least positioned next to the center of attention. Funny how the Schwa could be right in the middle and still go unseen.
    “It’s a waste of time,” Ira said, when I asked him if he and Howie wanted in on our business venture.
    “Yeah,” said Howie. “I can think of a hundred better ways to make money.”
    They were still pretty annoyed about the grade we had gotten on our Schwa experiments. “F for eFFort,” Mr. Werthog had said. He thought the whole thing was a scam when, for once, it wasn’t. After that, Ira and Howie wanted nothing to do with Stealth Economics.
    “Why don’t you forget this Schwa thing and help with my next movie,” Ira said.
“Gerritsen Beach Beauties.”
    “I’m casting director,” says Howie, beaming with pride that may have just been hormones.
    I told them no, because I couldn’t just bail on the Schwa.
    “Suit yourself,” Ira said. “But when we’re surrounded by babes begging for a part in the film, don’t come crying to us.”
    In the end no girls were stupid enough to audition for them, so they had to settle for Claymation. Stealth Economics, on the other hand, turned out to be a much better business decision than anyone thought.
    Once Mary Ellen MacCaw spread the word, people began to devise more and more uses for the Schwa’s unique talent. A bunch of jocks paid the Schwa ten bucks to eavesdrop on a gaggle of cheerleaders and find out which guys they were talking about. I negotiated an eighteen-dollar deal for the Schwa to slip a kid’s late book report into a teacher’s briefcase, right beneath the teacher’s nose.
    “We want to put the Schwa on retainer,” our eighth-grade student officers told us barely a week into our little business. In other words, they wanted to pay him a lot of money ahead of time so they could ask him to do whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted it.
    “Cool,” the Schwa said.
    “How much?” I asked.
    I negotiated them up to ten bucks a week for service-on-demand. The Schwa cost more than cable!
    They used him a lot in the first few weeks he was on retainer. Mostly they asked him to go into the teachers’ lounge, hang out in a corner, and report back to the student government on all gossip. He always slipped in right behind one of the fatter teachers, and never got caught. The student officers also had him hang out in the cafeteria kitchen to see who was mooching all those missing snack cakes, because the principal was blaming it on students. It turned out to be Mr. Spanks, the school security guard.
    “We’d like to sign him up as an investigative reporter,” the journalism class said, after they heard how old Spanky got busted. But the class officers made a big stink since they already had him on retainer, claiming we couldn’t work for both government and the press, so we had to tell them no.
    The jobs made us decent money for doing nothing more than not getting noticed—but it was dares that payed the most, depending on how many kids paid into it. Since I acted as the bank, paying out of my own pocket when we lost, the Schwa and I shared our dare winnings fifty-fifty.
    “I dare the Schwa to walk into the principal’s office, thumb his nose at Principal Assinette, then leave, without being seen.”
    Piece of cake. Total take: $32.
    “I dare the Schwa to cut in front of Guido Buccafeo in the lunch line without being noticed, then dip his finger in Guido’s mashed potatoes, and not get beaten up.”
    No problem. Total take: $26.
    “I dare the Schwa to spend an entire day at school wearing nothing but a Speedo and not be noticed by his teachers.”
    We lost twenty-two bucks on that one, but he made it all the way to third period!
    I told