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much of their time. Let’s go back to your tank.”
    “You kidding? I’m not gonna take no stinking nap! This here’s a talent show, and I’m not leaving till I show my talent, see? Now, listen up, folks. They don’t call me Mozart for nothing.”
    Oh, no.
What next? B glanced sideways to see the judges watching, enjoying Mozart’s show with big grins on their faces.
    “I got a song for ya,” Mozart said. “You know that Elvis guy? Well, my version is called ‘Fish Tank Rock.’ I’m not a fish, but ‘Hamster Tank Rock’ didn’t fit the beat so good.”
    And without missing a beat, Mozart launched into his song, bopping from side to side and swinging his paws in the air.
    “The hamster threw a party in the old fish tank,
    But no one’d cleaned his sawdust so the party stank.
    The rabbits from the science room brought carrot sticks,
    You should’ve seen the hamster’s crazy dancing tricks,
    Let’s rock! Everybody, let’s rock.
    Everybody in the sixth-grade block,
    They was dancing to the Fish Tank Rock!
    Yeah!”
    He waved his paws in the air for the finale, Broadway-style.
    B was speechless.
    But not Clifton Davro.
    “Incredible!” he yelled. B looked to see him rise from his seat and give her a double thumbs-up. “Fantastic, stupendous, incredible! You’ve got it, Beatrix!”
    Oh, no! Had she just accidentally landed herself a spot in the finals?
    The audience rose to their feet and cheered. Jason Jameson roared out a big “Boo!” but he was drowned out by the applause. B bowed, which made her tall hat fall to the floor. She scooped it up and ran off the stage into the wings …
    … and ran straight into a scowling, fuming Dawn.

Chapter 7
    “Nice act, B,” Dawn said, her arms folded across her chest. “How come you never mentioned at home that you were planning to enter the competition? And
jeopardize the witching world
in the process?”
    “Dawn, you have to believe me, I didn’t mean to —”
    “How can you say you didn’t mean to, when there you were, on the stage with a top hat and a talking hamster? That kind of thing doesn’t happen by accident!”
    “But that’s just it!” B said. “It
was
an accident. I was just watching, when —”
    “I don’t have time to listen to this,” Dawninterrupted again. “Hope you’re proud of yourself, B.” She spun on her heel and left.
    “Geez Louise,” Mozart said. “
Somebody
needs a sense of humor.”
    B glared at the troublemaking hamster. “I think we’ve heard enough from you today. S-P-E-E-C-H-L-E-S-S.” Mozart blinked at her disapprovingly, then snuffled around her palm.
    B took a deep breath. She felt shaky all over. It was bad enough being out there on the stage in front of half the school. Now her big sister was furious with her. Her parents were sure to hear about this, and then she’d be in even bigger trouble.
    She turned to leave the stage through the back door, then paused. The announcer had called the next act, but she hadn’t heard the name. She peeped through the curtains.
    It was Jason Jameson, looking smug as usual.
    In spite of herself, B wondered what Jason would do, after all that bragging.
    “Ladies and gentlemen,” he said. “I presentto you feats of escape that will blow your imagination!”
    Feats of escape? What?
    He’s stolen George’s act!
    Somehow Jason had come up with a fancy wooden cupboard, decorated with shiny moons and stars. B groaned. He had taken George’s idea — and
improved
it.
    “Behold: a straitjacket and regulation police handcuffs. May I have a volunteer from the audience to assist me? Jenny, how about you?”
    B gritted her teeth. Jenny Springbranch was always fawning over Jason. B was sure she was no random volunteer. She’d probably be slipping Jason the keys to his handcuffs.
    “Jenny, do these objects appear to be tampered with in any way?”
    Jenny shook her head. “No, Mr. Jameson. They look perfectly normal.”
    Mr. Jameson!
Jumping jinxes. Who did she think she was