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DIARY OF A WIMPY KID

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Diary of a Wimpy Kid

Diary of a Wimpy Kid: Rodrick Rules

Diary of a Wimpy Kid: The Last Straw

Diary of a Wimpy Kid: Dog Days

Diary of a Wimpy Kid: The Ugly Truth

Diary of a Wimpy Kid: Cabin Fever

Diary of a Wimpy Kid: The Third Wheel

Diary of a Wimpy Kid: Hard Luck

Diary of a Wimpy Kid: The Long Haul

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The Wimpy Kid Movie Diary

by Jeff Kinney

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First published in the USA in the English language in 2009

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Original English title: Diary of a Wimpy Kid: Dog Days

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Published simultaneously in Great Britain by Puffin Books 2009

Digital edition published 2012

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ISBN: 978–0–141–34773–8

TO JONATHAN

JUNE

Friday

For me, summer break is basically a three-month

guilt trip.

Just because the weather’s nice, everyone expects

you to be outside all day “frolicking” or whatever.

And if you don’t spend every second outdoors

people think there’s something wrong with you.

But the truth is I’ve always been more of an

indoor person.

The way I like to spend my summer holiday is in

front of the TV, playing video games with the

curtains closed and the lights turned off.

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Unfortunately, Mom’s idea of the perfect summer

holiday is different from mine.

Mom says it’s not “natural” for a kid to stay

indoors when it’s sunny out. I tell her that I’m

just trying to protect my skin so I don’t look

all wrinkly when I’m old like her, but she doesn’t

want to hear it.

Mom keeps trying to get me to do something

outside, like go to the pool. But I spent the

first part of the summer at my friend Rowley’s

pool, and that didn’t work out so good.

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Rowley’s family belongs to a country club and,

when school let out for the summer, we were

going there every single day.

Then we made the mistake of inviting this girl named

Trista who’d just moved into our neighbourhood. I

thought it would be really nice of us to share our

country-club lifestyle with her. But five seconds

after we got to the pool she met some lifeguard and

forgot all about the guys who’d invited her there.

The lesson I learned is that some people won’t

think twice about using you, especially when

there’s a country club involved.

Me and Rowley were better off without a girl

hanging around, anyway. We’re both bachelors at

the moment, and during the summer it’s better

to be unattached.

A few days ago I noticed the quality of service

at the country club was starting to go down a

little. Like sometimes the temperature in the

sauna was a few degrees too hot, and one time

the poolside waiter forgot to put one of those

little umbrellas in my fruit smoothie.

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I reported all my complaints to Rowley’s dad.

But for some reason Mr Jefferson never passed

them on to the clubhouse manager.

Which is kind of weird. If it was me who was

paying for a country-club membership, I’d want

to make sure I was getting my money’s worth.

Anyway, a little while later Rowley told me he

wasn’t allowed to invite me to his pool any more,

which is fine with me. I’m much happier inside

my air-conditioned house, where I don’t have to

check my soda can for bees every time I go to

take a sip.

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Saturday

Like I said, Mom keeps trying to get me to go to

the pool with her and my little brother, Manny,

but the thing is my family belongs to the TOWN

pool, not the country club. And, once you’ve tasted

the country-club life, it’s hard to go back to being

an ordinary Joe at the town pool.

Besides, last year I swore to myself that I

would never go back to that place again. At the

town pool you have to go through the locker

room before you can go swimming, and that means

walking through the shower area, where grown

men are soaping down right out in the open.

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The first time I walked through the men’s

locker room at the town pool was one of the

most traumatic experiences of my life.

I’m probably lucky I didn’t go blind. Seriously,

I don’t see why Mom and Dad bother to try to

protect me from horror movies and stuff like

that if they’re gonna expose me to something

about a thousand times worse.

I really wish Mom would stop asking me to go to

the town pool because, every time she does, it

puts images in my mind that I’ve been trying

hard to forget.

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Sunday

Well, now I’m DEFINITELY staying indoors

for the rest of the summer. Mom had a “house

meeting” last night and said money is tight this

year and we can’t afford to go to the beach,

which means no family holiday.

THAT really stinks. I was actually looking

FORWARD to going to the beach this summer.

Not because I like the ocean and the sand and

all of that, because I don’t. I realized a long

time ago that all the world’s fish and turtles and

whales go to the bathroom right there in the

ocean. And I seem to be the only person who’s

bothered by this.

My brother Rodrick likes to tease me because he

thinks I’m afraid of the waves. But I’m telling

you that’s not it at all.

Anyway, I was looking forward to going to the

beach because I’m finally tall enough to go on the

Cranium Shaker, which is this really awesome ride

that’s on the boardwalk. Rodrick’s been on the

Cranium Shaker at least a hundred times, and he

says you can’t call yourself a man until you ride it.

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Mom said maybe if we “save our pennies” we can go

back to the beach next year. Then she said we’d

still do a lot of fun stuff as a family and one day

we’ll look back on this as the “best summer ever”.

Well, now I only have two things to look forward

to this summer. One is my birthday, and the

other is when the last “Li’l Cutie” comic runs in

the paper. I don’t know if I ever mentioned

this before, but “Li’l Cutie” is the worst comic

ever. To give you an idea of what I’m talking

about, here’s what ran in the paper today –

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But here’s the thing: even though I hate “Li’l

Cutie”, I can’t stop myself from reading it, and

Dad can’t, either. I guess we just like seeing

how bad it is.

“Li’l Cutie” has been around for at least thirty

years, and it’s written by this guy named Bob

Post. I’ve heard Li’l Cutie is based on Bob’s son

when he was a little kid.

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But I guess now that the real Li’l Cutie is all

grown up, his dad’s having trouble coming up with

new material.

A couple of weeks ago the newspaper announced

that Bob Post is retiring and the final “Li’l Cutie”

is gonna be printed in August. Ever since then me

and Dad have been counting down the days until

the last comic runs.

When the last “Li’l Cutie” comes out, me and Dad

will have to throw a party, because something like

that deserves a serious celebration.

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Monday

Even though me and Dad see eye to eye on “Li’l

Cutie”, there are still a lot of things we butt

heads over. The big issue between us right now is

my sleep schedule. During the summer I like to

stay up all night watching TV or playing video

games and then sleep through the morning. But

Dad gets kind of crabby if I’m still in bed when

he gets home from work.

Lately, Dad’s been calling me at noon to make sure

I’m not still asleep. So I keep a phone by my bed

and use my best wide-awake voice when he calls.

I think Dad’s jealous because he has to go to

work while the rest of us get to kick back and

take it easy every day.

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But if he’s gonna be all grumpy about it, he

should just become a teacher or a snowplough

driver or have one of those jobs where you get

to take summers off.

Mom’s not really helping improve Dad’s mood,

either. She calls him at work about five times a

day with updates on everything that’s going on

around the house.

Tuesday

Dad got Mom a new camera for Mother’s Day,

and lately she’s been taking lots of pictures. I

think it’s because she feels guilty about not

keeping up on the family photo albums.

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When my older brother, Rodrick, was a baby,

Mom was totally on top of things.

Once I came along I guess Mom got busy, so

from that point on there are a lot of gaps in

our official family history.

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I’ve learned that photo albums aren’t an accurate

record of what happened in your life, anyway.

Last year, when we were at the beach, Mom

bought a bunch of fancy seashells at a gift shop,

and later on I saw her bury them in the sand

for Manny to “discover”.

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Well, I wish I hadn’t seen that, because it

made me re-evaluate my whole childhood.

Today Mom said I was looking “shaggy”, so she

told me she was taking me to get a haircut.

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But I never would’ve agreed to get my hair cut if

I knew that Mom was taking me to Bombshells

Beauty Salon, which is where Mom and Gramma

get THEIR hair cut.

I have to say, though, the whole beauty salon

experience wasn’t that bad. First of all, they

have TVs all over the place, so you can watch a

show while you’re waiting to get your hair cut.

Second, they have lots of tabloids, those newspapers

you see in the checkout lines at grocery stores. Mom

says tabloids are full of lies, but I think there’s

some really important stuff in those things.

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Gramma is always buying tabloids, even though

Mom doesn’t approve. A few weeks ago Gramma

wasn’t answering her phone, so Mom got worried

and drove over to Gramma’s to see if she was OK.

Gramma was fine, but she wasn’t picking up her

phone because of something she’d read.

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But when Mom asked Gramma where she got her

information, Gramma said –

Gramma’s dog, Henry, died recently, and ever since

then Gramma has had a lot of time on her hands.

So Mom’s dealing with stuff like the cordless phone

thing a lot these days.

Whenever Mom finds any tabloids at Gramma’s

house, she takes them home and throws them in

the garbage. Last week I fished one out of the

trash and read it in my bedroom.

I’m glad I did. I found out that North America

will be underwater within six months, so that kind

of takes the pressure off me to do well in school.

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I had a long wait at the beauty salon, but I

didn’t really mind. I got to read my horoscope

and look at pictures of movie stars without their

make-up, so I was definitely entertained.

When I got my hair cut, I found out the best

thing about the beauty salon, which is the GOSSIP.

The ladies who work there know the dirt on just

about everyone in town.

Unfortunately, Mom came to pick me up right in

the middle of a story about Mr Peppers and his

new wife, who’s twenty years younger than him.

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Hopefully my hair will grow out fast so I can

come back and hear the rest of the story.

Friday

I think Mom’s starting to regret taking me to

get my hair cut the other day. The ladies at

Bombshells introduced me to soap operas, and now

I’m totally hooked.

Yesterday I was in the middle of my show,

and Mom told me I had to turn off the TV

and find something else to do. I could tell

there was no use arguing with her, so I called

Rowley and invited him over.

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When Rowley got to my house, we went straight

to Rodrick’s room in the basement. Rodrick is

off playing with his band, Loded Diper, and

whenever he’s away I like to go through his

stuff and see if I can find anything interesting.

The best thing I found in Rodrick’s junk drawer

this time around was one of those little souvenir

picture keychains you get at the beach.

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..

If you look into it, you see a picture of Rodrick

with some girl.

I don’t know how Rodrick got that picture,

because I’ve been with him on every single family

holiday, and if I’d seen him with THAT girl I

definitely would have remembered her.

I showed the picture to Rowley, but I had to hold

the keychain because he was getting all grabby.

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We dug around some more and then we found a

horror movie at the bottom of Rodrick’s drawer.

I couldn’t believe our luck. Neither one of us had

actually seen a horror movie before, so this was a

really big find.

I asked Mom if Rowley could spend the night,

and she said yes. I made sure I asked Mom when

Dad was out of the room, because Dad doesn’t

like it when I have sleepovers on a “work night”.

Last summer Rowley spent the night at my

house, and we slept in the basement.

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I made sure Rowley took the bed that was closest

to the furnace room, because that room really

freaks me out. I figured if anything came out of

there in the middle of the night, it would grab

Rowley first and I’d have a five-second head

start to escape.

At about 1:00 in the morning, we heard something

in the furnace room that scared the living daylights

out of us.

It sounded like a little ghost girl or something,

and it said –

Me and Rowley practically trampled each other to

death trying to get up the basement stairs.

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We burst into Mom and Dad’s room, and I

told them our house was haunted and we had

to move immediately.

Dad didn’t seem convinced, and he went down to

the basement and walked right into the furnace

room. Me and Rowley stayed about ten feet back.

I was pretty sure Dad wasn’t going to get out

of there alive. I heard some rustling and a few

bumps, and I was ready to make a run for it.

But a few seconds later he came back out with one

of Manny’s toys, a doll named Hide-and-Seek Harry.

Last night me and Rowley waited for Mom and

Dad to go to bed and then we watched our

movie. Technically, I was the only one who

watched it, because Rowley had his eyes and ears

covered the whole entire time.

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The movie was about this muddy hand that goes

around the country killing people. And the last

person who sees the hand is always the next victim.

The special effects were really cheesy, and I

wasn’t even scared until the very end. That’s

when the twist came.

After the muddy hand strangled its last victim,

it came crawling straight at the screen and

then the screen went black. At first I was a

little confused, but then I realized it meant the

next victim was gonna be ME.

I turned the TV off and then I described the

whole movie to Rowley from beginning to end.

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Well, I must’ve done a pretty good job telling the

story, because Rowley got even more freaked out

than I was.

I knew we couldn’t go to Mom and Dad this

time because they’d ground me if they found out

we watched a horror movie. But we didn’t feel

safe in the basement, so we spent the rest of

the night in the upstairs bathroom with the

lights on.

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I just wish we had managed to stay awake the

whole night, because when Dad found us in the

morning, it wasn’t a pretty scene.

Dad wanted to know what was going on, and

I had to fess up. Dad told Mom, so now I’m

just waiting to hear how long I’m gonna be

grounded for. But, to be honest with you, I’m

a lot more worried about this muddy hand than

any punishment Mom can dream up.

I thought about it, though, and I realized

there’s only so much ground a muddy hand can

cover in a day.

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So hopefully that means I have a little while

longer to live.

Tuesday

Yesterday Mom lectured me about how boys my

age watch too many violent movies and play too

many video games, and that we don’t know what

REAL entertainment is.

I just stayed quiet, because I wasn’t sure

exactly where she was going with all this.

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Then Mom said that she was gonna start a

“reading club” for the boys in the neighbourhood

so she could teach us about all the great literature

we were missing out on.

I begged Mom to just give me a regular punishment

instead, but she wouldn’t budge.

So today was the first meeting of the Reading

Is Fun Club. I felt kind of bad for all the boys

whose moms made THEM come.

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I was just glad Mom didn’t invite Fregley, this

weird kid who lives up the street, because he’s

been acting stranger than usual lately.

I’m starting to think maybe Fregley’s a little

dangerous, but luckily he doesn’t really leave his

front yard during the summer. I think his parents

must have an electrical fence or something.

Anyway, Mom told everyone to bring their

favourite book to today’s meeting so we could pick

one and discuss it. All the guys laid their books

on the table, and everyone seemed pretty happy

with the selection except Mom.

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Mom said the books we brought weren’t “real”

literature and that we were gonna have to

start with the “classics”.

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Then she brought out a bunch of books that she

must’ve had since SHE was a kid.

These are the exact same types of books our

teachers are always pushing us to read at school.

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They have a programme where if you read a

“classic” in your free time they reward you with a

sticker of a hamburger or something like that.

I don’t know who they think they’re fooling.

You can get a sheet of a hundred stickers down

at the arts-and-crafts store for fifty cents.

I’m not really sure what makes a book a “classic”

to begin with, but I think it has to be at least

fifty years old and some person or animal has to

die at the end.

Mom said if we didn’t like the books she picked

out, we could go on a field trip to the library

and find something we all agreed on. But that

won’t work for me.

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See, when I was eight years old I borrowed a

book from the library and then I forgot all about

it. I found the book a few years later behind my

desk, and I figured I must’ve owed about two

thousand dollars in late fees on that thing.

So I buried the book in a box of old comics in my

closet, and that’s where it is to this day. I haven’t

been back to the library since then, but I know if

I ever DO show up they’ll be waiting for me.

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In fact, I get nervous if I even SEE a librarian.

I asked Mom if we could get a second chance to

pick out a book on our own, and she said we

could. We’re supposed to meet again tomorrow and

bring our new selections with us.

Wednesday

Well, the membership of the Reading Is Fun

Club took a big hit overnight. Most of the guys

who came yesterday bailed out, and now there’s

only two of us.

Rowley brought two books along with him.

The book I picked was the ninth volume in the

Magick and Monsters: Dark Realms series. I

figured Mom would like it because it’s pretty long

and there aren’t any pictures.

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But Mom didn’t like my book. She said she didn’t

approve of the illustration on the cover because

she didn’t like the way it portrayed women.

I’ve read “Shadowdoom”, and from what I can

remember there aren’t even any women in the

story. In fact, I kind of wonder if the person

who designed the cover even READ the book.

Anyway, Mom said that she was gonna use her

veto power as the Reading Is Fun Club’s founder

and choose the book for us. So she chose this

book called “Charlotte’s Web”, which looks like one

of those “classics” I was talking about before.

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Just from looking at the cover, I guarantee either

the girl or the pig doesn’t make it to the end of

the book.

Friday

Well, the Reading Is Fun Club is down to one

member, and that’s me.

Yesterday Rowley went golfing or something with

his dad, so he kind of hung me out to dry. I

didn’t do my reading assignment, and I was really

counting on him to cover for me at the meeting.

It’s not really my fault that I couldn’t finish

my reading assignment, though. Mom told me I

had to read in my bedroom for twenty minutes

yesterday, but the truth is I just have trouble

concentrating for long periods of time.

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After Mom caught me horsing around, she

banned me from watching TV until I read the

book. So last night I had to wait until she went

to bed before I could get my entertainment fix.

I kept thinking about that movie with the muddy

hand, though. I was afraid that if I was watching

TV all by myself late at night the muddy hand

might crawl out from under the couch and grab my

foot or something.

The way I solved the problem was by making a

trail of clothes and other stuff all the way from my

bedroom down to the family room.

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That way I was able to make it downstairs

and back without ever touching the ground.

This morning Dad tripped over a dictionary I’d

left at the top of the stairs, so now he’s mad

at me. But I’ll take Dad being angry over the

alternative any day of the week.

My new fear is that the hand is gonna crawl up

on my bed and get me in my sleep. So lately I’ve

been covering my whole body with the blanket

and leaving a hole so I can breathe.

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But that strategy has its OWN risks. Rodrick

got into my room today and I had to spend the

morning trying to wash the taste of a dirty sock

out of my mouth.

Sunday

Today was my deadline for finishing the first

three chapters of “Charlotte’s Web”. When Mom

found out I wasn’t done yet, she said we were

gonna sit down at the kitchen table until I

was finished.

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About a half hour later there was a knock at

the front door, and it was Rowley. I thought

maybe he was coming back to the Reading Is

Fun Club, but when I saw that his dad was with

him I knew something was up.

Mr Jefferson had an official-looking piece of

paper with the country-club logo on it. He said it

was a bill for all the fruit smoothies me and

Rowley had ordered at the clubhouse, and the

grand total was eighty-three dollars.

All those times me and Rowley ordered drinks at

the clubhouse, we just wrote down Mr Jefferson’s

account number on the tab. Nobody told us someone

actually had to PAY for all that.

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I still didn’t really understand what Mr Jefferson

was doing at MY house. I think he’s an architect

or something, so if he needs eighty-three bucks, he

can just design an extra building. He talked to Mom,

though, and they both agreed that me and Rowley

needed to pay off the tab.

I told Mom me and Rowley are just kids and it’s

not like we have salaries or careers or whatever.

But Mom said we were just gonna have to be

“creative”. Then she said we would have to suspend

the Reading Is Fun Club’s meetings until we paid

what we owed.

To be honest with you, I’m kind of relieved.

Because at this point anything that doesn’t

involve reading sounds pretty good to me.

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Tuesday

Me and Rowley racked our brains all day yesterday

trying to figure out how to pay off that eighty-

three dollars. Rowley said maybe I should just go

to the ATM and withdraw some money to pay off

his dad.

The reason Rowley said that is because he thinks

I’m rich. A couple of years ago during the holidays,

Rowley came over and we had just run out of toilet

paper at my house. My family was using these holiday

cocktail napkins as a substitute until Dad got to the

store again.

Rowley thought the holiday napkins were some

kind of really fancy toilet paper, and he asked

me if my family was rich.

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I wasn’t gonna pass up the opportunity to

impress him.

Anyway, I’m NOT rich, and that’s the problem.

I tried to figure out a way a kid my age could

get his hands on some cash, and then it hit me:

we could start a lawn-care service.

I’m not talking about some average, run-of-the-mill

lawn-care service, either. I’m talking about a company

that takes lawn care to the next level. We decided

to name our company the V.I.P. Lawn Service.

We called up the Yellow Pages people and told

them we wanted to place an ad in their book.

And not just one of those tiny little text ads,

but a really big one with full colour that takes up

two whole pages.

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But get this: the Yellow Pages people told us it

was gonna cost us a few thousand bucks to put

our ad in their book.

I told them that didn’t make a lot of sense to

me, because how’s someone supposed to pay for an

ad if they haven’t even earned any money yet?

Me and Rowley realized we were gonna have to do

this a different way and make our OWN ads.

I figured we could just make flyers and put them in

every mailbox in our neighbourhood. All we needed was

some clip art to get us started.

So we went down to the corner store and bought

one of those cards women get each other on their

birthdays.

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Then we scanned it into Rowley’s computer and

pasted pictures of OUR heads onto the bodies

from the card.

After that we got some clip art of lawn tools and

put it all together. Then we printed it out and,

I have to say, it looked great.

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I did some maths, and I figured it would cost

us at least a couple hundred bucks in colour ink

cartridges and paper to make enough flyers for

the whole neighbourhood. So we asked Rowley’s

dad if he’d go out to the store and get us all

the stuff we needed.

Mr Jefferson didn’t go for it. In fact, he told

us we couldn’t use his computer or print out any

more copies of our flyer.

I was a little surprised by that because, if Mr

Jefferson wanted us to pay him back, he sure

wasn’t making it easy. But all we could really do

was take our one flyer and get out of his office.

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Then me and Rowley went around from house to

house showing everyone our flyer and telling them

about the V.I.P. Lawn Service.

After we hit a few houses we realized it would be

a lot easier to just ask the next person we spoke

with to pass the flyer along so me and Rowley

wouldn’t have to do all that walking.

Now the only thing we have to do is sit back and

wait for the phone calls to start rolling in.

Thursday

Me and Rowley waited around all day yesterday,

but we didn’t get any calls.

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I was starting to wonder if we should try to find

a card with more muscular guys for our next flyer.

Then, at about 11:00 this morning, we got a call

from Mrs Canfield, who lives on Gramma’s street.

She said her lawn needed mowing, but she wanted

to check our references before she hired us.

I used to do lawn work for Gramma, so I called

her up and asked if she could call Mrs Canfield

and tell her what a good worker I am.

Well, I must’ve caught Gramma on a bad day,

because she really laid into me. She said I left piles

of leaves on her lawn last autumn and now there

were patches of dead grass all over her yard.

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Then she asked me when I was gonna come over

and finish the job.

That was not really the kind of response I was

looking for. I told Gramma we were only taking

paying jobs at the moment but maybe we could

get back to her later on in the summer.

Then I called Mrs Canfield and did my best

imitation of Gramma. I guess I’m lucky my voice

hasn’t changed yet.

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Believe it or not, Mrs Canfield bought it. She

thanked “Gramma” for the reference and hung up.

Then she called back a few minutes later, and I

answered in my regular voice. Mrs Canfield said

she’d hire us and that we should come by her house

later today to get started.

But it’s kind of far from my house to Mrs

Canfield’s, so I asked her if she could come get us.

She didn’t seem real happy that we didn’t have our

own transportation, but she said she’d be willing to

pick us up if we could be ready at noon.

Mrs Canfield came to my house at 12:00 in her

son’s pickup truck, and she asked us where our

lawn mower and all our equipment was.

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I said we didn’t actually HAVE any equipment but

that my Gramma keeps her side door unlocked and

I might be able to sneak in and borrow her mower

for a few hours. I guess Mrs Canfield must have

been pretty desperate to get her lawn mowed,

because she went along with my plan.

Luckily, Gramma wasn’t home, so it was easy to get

the mower out of her house. We rolled it over to

Mrs Canfield’s yard and then we were ready to get

to work.

That’s when me and Rowley realized neither one

of us had ever actually operated a lawn mower

before. So the two of us poked around for a

while and tried to figure out how to get the

thing started.

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Unfortunately, when we tilted the mower on its

side, all the fuel spilled out onto the grass, and

we had to go back over to Gramma’s to get a

refill.

I picked up the owner’s manual for the mower

while we were at it. I tried to read it, but the

instructions were written in Spanish. I got the

feeling from the bits and pieces I could

understand that operating a lawn mower was a

lot more dangerous than I’d originally thought.

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I told Rowley he could have the first crack at

the lawn mowing and that I would go sit in the

shade and start working on our business plan.

Rowley didn’t like that idea at all. He said this

was a “partnership” and that everything had to

be 50-50. I was pretty surprised by this, because

I’m the one who came up with the idea for the

lawn service in the first place, so I was more like

the owner than a partner.

I told Rowley we needed someone to do the grunt

work and someone to handle the money so it didn’t

get all sweaty.

Believe it or not, that was enough to make Rowley

walk right off the job.

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I just wanna say for the record that if Rowley

ever needs me for a job reference in the future

I’m gonna have to give him a lousy review.

The truth is I don’t really need Rowley anyway.

If this lawn-service business grows the way I

think it will, I’m gonna have about a HUNDRED

Rowleys working for me.

In the meantime, I needed to get Mrs

Canfield’s lawn mowed. I looked through the

manual for a little while longer and then figured

out that I needed to pull on this handle

attached to a cord, so I tried that.

The mower started up right away, and I was off

and running.

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It wasn’t as bad as I thought it was gonna

be. The lawn mower was self-propelled, so all I

needed to do was walk behind it and steer every

once in a while.

Then I started to notice that there were

piles of dog poop everywhere. And steering

around them was not an easy thing to do with

a self-propelled mower.

The V.I.P. Lawn Service has a very strict policy

when it comes to dog poop, which is that we won’t

go anywhere near it.

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So from that point on, whenever I saw anything

that looked suspicious, I would mow a ten-foot

circle around it just to be safe.

The job actually went a lot faster after that

because I had a lot less lawn to cover. After I

was done, I went to the front door to collect

my money.The final bill was thirty dollars, which

was twenty dollars for the lawn plus ten bucks for

the time me and Rowley spent designing that flyer.

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But Mrs Canfield wouldn’t pay. She said our

service was “lousy” and that we’d hardly mowed

any of her lawn.

I told her about the dog poop issue, but she still

wouldn’t cough up what she owed me. And, to

make matters worse, she wouldn’t even give me a

ride home. You know, I figured someone might try

to stiff us this summer, but I never thought it

would be our very first customer.

I had to walk home and, by the time I got

to my house, I was really mad. I told Dad

the whole story about my lawn-mowing experience

and how Mrs Canfield wouldn’t pay me.

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Dad drove right over to Mrs Canfield’s house and

I went with him. I thought he was gonna chew

her out for taking advantage of his son and I

wanted to be there to see it firsthand.

But Dad just got Gramma’s mower and cut the

rest of Mrs Canfield’s grass.

When he was done, he didn’t even ask her for

any money.

The trip wasn’t a TOTAL waste of time, though.

When Dad wrapped things up, I planted a sign

in Mrs Canfield’s front yard.

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I figured if I wasn’t gonna get paid, I might

as well get some free advertising for all my trouble.

Saturday

The V.I.P. Lawn Service has not really panned

out the way I thought it would. I haven’t

had any work since that first job, and I’m

starting to think maybe Mrs Canfield has been

bad-mouthing me to her neighbours.

I thought about just giving up and closing our

business, but then I realized that with a few

tweaks to the flyer we could start things back up

again in the winter.

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The problem is I need money NOW. I called up

Rowley to start brainstorming new ideas, but his

mom said he was at the movies with his dad. I was

a little annoyed, because he never bothered to ask

me if he could take the day off.

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Mom’s not letting me do anything fun until this

fruit-smoothie bill is paid off, so that meant it

was up to ME to figure out how to earn the cash.

I’ll tell you who has a lot of money, and that’s

Manny. I mean, that kid is RICH. A few weeks

ago Mom and Dad told Manny they’d give him a

quarter for every time he uses the potty without

being asked. So now he carries around a gallon of

water with him at all times.

Manny keeps all his money in a big jar on his dresser.

He’s gotta have at least $150 in that thing.

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I’ve thought about asking Manny to lend me the

money, but I just can’t bring myself to do that.

I’m pretty sure Manny charges interest on his

loans anyway.

I’m trying to figure out a way to earn money

without doing any actual work. But when I

told Mom what I was thinking she said I’m

just “lazy”.

OK, so maybe I AM lazy, but it’s not really my

fault. I’ve been lazy ever since I was a little kid,

and if someone had caught it early on maybe I

wouldn’t be the way I am now.

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I remember in pre-school, when playtime was over,

the teacher would tell everyone to put away their

toys, and we would all sing the “Cleanup Song” while

we did it. Well, I sang the song with everyone

else, but I didn’t do any of the actual cleaning.

So, if you want to find somebody to blame for

the way I am, I guess you’d have to start

with the public education system.

Sunday

Mom came into my room this morning and woke me

up for church. I was glad to go, because I knew I

was gonna have to turn to a higher power to get

this fruit-smoothie bill paid off. Whenever Gramma

needs anything she just prays, and she gets it

right away.

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I think she has a direct pipeline to God or

something.

For some reason I don’t have that same kind of

pull. But that doesn’t mean I’m gonna quit trying.

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Today’s sermon was called “Jesus in Disguise”, and

it was about how you should treat everyone you

meet with kindness because you never know which

person is really Jesus pretending to be someone else.

I guess that’s supposed to make you wanna be

a better person, but all it does is make me

paranoid because I know I’m gonna just end up

guessing wrong.

They passed the donation basket around like they

do every week, and all I could think was how I

needed that money a lot more than whoever it was

going to.

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But Mom must’ve seen the look in my eye, because

she passed the basket to the row behind us before

I could take what I needed.

Monday

My birthday’s coming up this weekend, and it

can’t get here quick enough for me. This year I’m

gonna have a FAMILY party. I’m still really

burned up with Rowley for bailing out on our lawn-

care business, so I don’t want him thinking he can

come over and eat my birthday cake.

Plus, I’ve learned my lesson about friend parties.

When you have a friend party, all your guests think

they have the right to play with your presents.

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And every time I have a friend party Mom invites

HER friends’ kids, so I end up with a bunch of

people at my party I barely even know.

And those kids don’t buy the gifts, their MOMS

do. So even if you get something like a video game,

it’s not a video game you’d actually want to play.

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I’m just glad I’m not on the swim team this summer.

Last year I had practice on my birthday, and Mom

dropped me off at the pool.

I got so many birthday noogies that I couldn’t

even lift my arms to swim.

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So, when it comes to your birthday, I’ve

learned it’s best to just keep kids out of the

equation.

Mom said I could have a family party as long

as I promised not to do my “usual” with the

birthday cards. That stinks, because I have a

GREAT system for opening cards. I put them

all in a neat pile, and then I rip each one open

and shake it to get the money out. As long as

I don’t stop to read anything, I can get

through a pile of twenty cards in under a minute.

Mom says the way I do it is “insulting” to the people

who got me the cards. She says this time around I

have to read every card and acknowledge the person

who gave it to me. That’ll slow me down, but I

guess it’s still worth it.

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I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about what I

want for my birthday this year. What I REALLY

want is a dog.

I’ve been asking for a dog for the past three

years, but Mom says we have to wait until Manny’s

completely potty trained before we get one. Well,

with the potty-training racket Manny’s got going

on, that could take FOREVER.

The thing is I know that Dad wants a dog,

too. He used to have one when HE was a kid.

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I figured all Dad needed was a little nudge, and

on Christmas last year I saw my chance. My

Uncle Joe and his family stopped by our house,

and they brought their dog, Killer, with them.

I asked Uncle Joe if he wouldn’t mind hinting to

Dad that he should get us a dog. But the way Uncle

Joe did it probably set my dog-getting campaign back

by five years.

The other thing I have no chance of getting for

my birthday is a mobile phone, and I can thank

Rodrick for that.

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Mom and Dad got Rodrick a mobile phone last

year, and he racked up a bill for three hundred

dollars in the first month. Most of THAT was

from Rodrick calling Mom and Dad from his room in

the basement to ask them to turn the heat up.

So the only thing I’m asking for this year is a

deluxe leather recliner. My Uncle Charlie has one,

and he practically LIVES in that thing.

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The main reason I want my own recliner is

because, if I had one, I wouldn’t have to go up

to my room after watching TV late at night. I

could just sleep right in the chair.

Plus, these recliners have all sorts of features, like a

neck massager and adjustable firmness and stuff like

that. I figure I could use the “vibrate” feature to

make Dad’s lectures a lot more tolerable.

The only reason I’d ever need to get up is to

go to the bathroom. But maybe I should just

wait until next year to ask for a recliner,

because I bet they’ll have that taken care of

in the new model.

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Thursday

I asked Mom to take me back to Bombshells

Beauty Salon again today, even though I didn’t

really need a haircut. I just felt like catching up

on the town gossip.

Annette, my hairstylist, said she heard from a lady

who knows Mrs Jefferson that me and Rowley had

a falling out.

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Apparently, Rowley’s “heartbroken” because I didn’t

invite him to my birthday party. Well, if Rowley’s

upset, you wouldn’t know it from looking at him.

Every time I see Rowley, he’s palling around with

his dad. So the way it looks to me, he’s already

got himself a new best friend.

I just wanna say I think it stinks that Rowley

gets to go to the country club even though he

still owes money on that fruit-smoothie bill.

Unfortunately, Rowley’s chummy relationship with

his dad is starting to affect MY life. Mom says

the way Rowley and his dad hang out together is

“neat” and that me and Dad should go fishing or

play catch in the front yard or something.

But the thing is me and Dad just aren’t cut out

for that kind of father-son stuff. The last time

Mom tried to get me and Dad to do something

like that together, it ended with me having to

pull him out of Rappahannock Creek.

Mom won’t let it go, though. She says she wants

to see more “affection” between Dad and us boys.

And that’s created some really awkward moments.

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Friday

Today I was watching TV, minding my own

business, when I heard a knock at the front

door. Mom said there was a “friend” there to

see me, so I thought it must be Rowley coming

to apologize.

But it wasn’t Rowley. It was FREGLEY.

After I recovered from my initial shock, I

slammed the door shut. I started to panic because

I didn’t know what Fregley was doing at my

front door. After a few minutes went by, I

looked out of the side window, and Fregley was

STILL standing there.

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I knew I had to take drastic measures, so I

went to the kitchen to call the cops. But Mom

stopped me before I could finish dialling 911.

Mom said SHE invited Fregley over. She said I’ve

seemed “lonely” ever since I had that fight with

Rowley, and she thought she’d set up a “playdate”

with Fregley.

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See, this is why I should never tell Mom about

my personal business. This Fregley thing was a

total disaster.

I’ve heard that a vampire can’t come inside your

house unless you invite him in, and I’ll bet it’s

the same kind of deal with Fregley.

So now I’ve got TWO things to worry about:

the muddy hand and Fregley. And, if I had to

choose the one to get me first, I’d take the

muddy hand in a heartbeat.

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Saturday

Today was my birthday, and I guess things went

more or less like I expected. The relatives started

showing up around 1:00. I asked Mom to invite as

many people as possible so I could maximize my gift

potential, and I got a pretty good turnout.

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I like to cut to the chase on my birthday and

get right to the gifts, so I told everyone to

gather in the living room.

I took my time with the cards, just like Mom

asked. It was a little painful, but I got a good

haul, so it was worth it.

Unfortunately, as soon as I collected my

cheques, Mom confiscated the money to pay off

Mr Jefferson.

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Then I moved on to the wrapped presents, but

there weren’t a whole lot of those. The first

gift, from Mom and Dad, was small and heavy,

which I thought was a good sign. But I was

still pretty shocked when I opened it.

When I looked more closely, I found out it

wasn’t an ordinary mobile phone. It was called a

“Ladybug”. The phone didn’t have a keypad on it or

anything. It only had two buttons: one to call home

and one for emergencies. So it’s pretty much useless.

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All my other gifts were clothes and other stuff I

didn’t really need. I was still hoping I might get

that recliner, but, once I realized there weren’t

any places Mom and Dad could be hiding a giant

leather chair, I gave up looking.

Then Mom told everyone it was time to go into the

dining room to have some cake. Unfortunately, Uncle

Joe’s dog, Killer, had beaten us to it.

I was hoping Mom would go out and get me a new

cake, but she just took a knife and cut away the

parts the dog didn’t touch.

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Mom cut me a big piece, but by that point I

wasn’t really in the mood for cake. Especially not

with Killer throwing up little birthday candles

under the table.

Sunday

I guess Mom must’ve felt bad about how my birthday

went down, because today she said we could go to

the mall and get a “make-up gift”.

Mom took Manny and Rodrick along for the ride,

and she said they could each pick out something,

too, which is totally unfair, because it wasn’t

THEIR birthday yesterday.

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We walked around the mall for a while and ended

up in a pet store. I was hoping we could pool our

money to buy a dog, but Rodrick seemed to be

interested in a different kind of pet.

Mom handed us each a five-dollar bill and told us

we could buy whatever we wanted, but five bucks

doesn’t exactly get you very far in a pet store. I

finally settled on this really cool angelfish that’s

all different colours.

Rodrick picked out a fish, too. I don’t know

what kind it was, but the reason Rodrick chose

it was because the label on the tank said the fish

was “aggressive”.

Manny spent HIS five bucks on fish food. At

first I thought it was because he wanted to

feed the fish that me and Rodrick bought, but

by the time we got home Manny had eaten half

the canister.

Monday

This is the first time I’ve had my very own

pet, and I’m kind of getting into it. I feed

my fish three times a day, and I keep his bowl

really clean.

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I even bought a journal so I could keep track of

everything my fish does during the day. I have

to admit, though, I’m starting to have a little

trouble filling up the pages.

I asked Mom and Dad if we could buy one of

those aquariums and get a ton of fish to keep

my little guy company. But Dad said that

aquariums cost money and maybe I could ask for

one for Christmas.

See, this is what stinks about being a kid. You

only get two shots at getting stuff you want,

and that’s on Christmas and your birthday. And

then when one of those days DOES come, your

parents mess things up and buy you a Ladybug.

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If I had my own money, I could just buy

whatever I wanted and not have to embarrass

myself every time I needed to rent a video game

or buy a piece of candy or something.

Anyway, I’ve always known that I’ll eventually

be rich and famous, but I’m starting to get a

little concerned that it hasn’t happened yet. I

figured I’d at LEAST have my own reality TV

show by now.

Last night I was watching one of those television

shows where a nanny lives with a family for a

week and then tells them all the ways they’re

screwing up.

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Well, I don’t know if the woman had to go to

some special nanny school or something, but that’s

the kind of job I was BORN to do.

I just need to figure out how to get myself in

line for that job when the nanny retires.

A few years ago I started collecting my personal

mementos, like book reports and old toys and

stuff like that, because when my museum opens I

wanna make sure it’s packed with interesting

things from my life.

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But I don’t keep anything like lollipop sticks

that have my saliva on them because, believe me,

I do NOT need to be cloned.

When I’m famous, I’m gonna have to make some

life changes.

I’ll probably have to fly in private jets, because

if I fly on regular planes I’ll get really annoyed

when people in the back try to mooch off my

first-class bathroom.

Another thing famous people have to deal with is

that their younger siblings end up getting famous

just because they’re related.

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My closest brush with fame so far was when Mom

signed me up for a modelling job a few years ago.

I think her idea was to get pictures of me in

clothes catalogues or something like that.

But the only thing they used my picture for was

this stupid medical book, and I’ve been trying to

live it down ever since.

Tuesday

I spent the afternoon playing video games and

catching up on the Sunday comics.

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I turned to the back page, and there was an ad

where “Li’l Cutie” usually is.

Man, I’ve been waiting FOREVER for an

opportunity like this. I had a comic in my school

paper once, but this is a chance to hit the BIG time.

The ad said they weren’t accepting any animal

comic strips, and I think I know why. There’s

this comic about a dog called “Precious Poochie”,

and it’s been running for about fifty years.

The guy who wrote it died a long time ago, but

they’re still recycling his old comics.

I don’t know if they’re funny or not because, to

be honest with you, most of them don’t even make

sense to a person my age.

Anyway, the newspaper has tried to get rid of

that comic a bunch of times, but whenever they

try to cancel it all the “Precious Poochie” fans come

out of the woodwork and make a big stink. I

guess people think of this cartoon dog as their

own pet or something.

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The last time they tried to cancel “Precious Poochie”,

four busloads of senior citizens from Leisure Towers

showed up at the newspaper offices downtown and

didn’t leave until they got their way.

Saturday

Mom was acting extra-cheery this morning, and I

could tell she had something up her sleeve.

At 10:00 she said we all needed to get in the

station wagon, and when I asked her where we

were going she said it was a “surprise”.

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I noticed Mom had packed sunscreen and bathing

suits and stuff in the back of the station wagon, so

I thought we must be headed for the beach.

But when I asked her if I was right Mom said the

place we were going was better than the beach.

Wherever we were going, it was taking a long time

to get there. And it wasn’t that fun being stuck

in the backseat with Rodrick and Manny.

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Manny was sitting in between me and Rodrick on

the hump. At one point Rodrick decided to tell

Manny the hump was the worst seat in the car

because it was the smallest and least comfortable.

Well, that totally set Manny off.

Eventually, Mom and Dad got sick of Manny’s

crying. Mom said I had to take a turn on the

hump because I’m the second youngest and it

was “only fair”. So every time Dad ran over a

pothole, my head hit the roof of the car.

At about 2:00 I was getting really hungry, so

I asked if we could stop for some fast food. Dad

wouldn’t pull over, because he said the people at

fast-food restaurants are “idiots”.

Well, I know why he thinks that. Every time

Dad goes to the fried-chicken place over near our

house, he tries to place his order through the

trash can.

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I saw a sign for a pizza place, and I begged Mom

and Dad to let us eat there. But I guess Mom was

trying to save money, because she came prepared.

A half hour later we pulled into a big parking lot,

and I knew exactly where we were.

We were at the Slipslide Water Park, where we

used to go as kids. And I mean LITTLE kids.

It’s really a place meant for people Manny’s age.

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Mom must’ve heard me and Rodrick groan in the

backseat. She said we were gonna have a great

day as a family and it would be the highlight of

our summer holiday.

I have bad memories of the Slipslide Water

Park. One time Grandpa took me there, and he

left me in the waterslide area for practically the

whole day. He said he was gonna go read his

book and he’d meet me there in three hours. But I

didn’t actually go on any slides because of the sign

at the entrance.

I thought you had to be forty-eight years old

to ride, but it turns out the two little lines

next to the number meant “inches”.

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So I basically wasted my day waiting for Grandpa

to come back and get me, and then we had to leave.

Rodrick has bad memories of the Slipslide Water

Park, too. Last year his band got booked to do

a show on the music stage they have near the

wave pool. Rodrick’s band asked the park people

to set them up with a smoke machine so they could

have some special effects for their show.

But somebody screwed up, and they set Rodrick’s

band up with a BUBBLE machine instead.

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I found out the reason Mom took us to the

water park today: it was half-price for families.

Unfortunately, it looked like just about every

family in the state was there, too.

When we got through the gates, Mom rented a

stroller for Manny. I convinced her to spend a

little more money and rent a double stroller,

because I knew it was gonna be a long day and

I wanted to conserve my energy.

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Mom parked the stroller near the wave pool, which

was so crowded you could barely even see the water.

After we put on our sunscreen and found a place

to sit, I felt a few raindrops and then I heard

thunder. Then an announcement came over the

loudspeaker.

Everyone hit the exits and got in their cars. But,

with all the people trying to leave at the exact

same time, it was a total traffic jam.

Manny tried to entertain everyone by telling jokes.

At first Mom and Dad were encouraging him.

But after a while Manny’s jokes didn’t even make

sense.

We were low on petrol, so we had to turn off the

air conditioner and wait for the parking lot to

clear up.

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Mom said she had a headache, and she went to

the back to lie down. An hour later traffic finally

thinned out and we got onto the highway.

We stopped for petrol, and about forty-five

minutes later we were home. Dad told me to wake

Mom up, but, when I looked in the back of the

station wagon, Mom wasn’t there.

For a few minutes nobody knew where she went.

Then we realized the only place she could be was

at the petrol station. She must’ve got out to use

the bathroom when we stopped and nobody noticed.

Sure enough, that’s where she was. We were glad

to see her, but I don’t think she was too happy

to see US.

Mom didn’t really say anything on the ride back.

Something tells me she’s had her fill of family

togetherness for a while, and that’s good,

because I have, too.

Sunday

I really wish we didn’t go on that trip yesterday

because, if we’d stayed home, my fish would still

be alive.

Before we left for our trip I fed my fish, and Mom

said I should feed Rodrick’s fish, too. Rodrick’s fish

was in a bowl on top of the refrigerator, and I’m

pretty sure Rodrick hadn’t fed his fish or cleaned

the bowl once.

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I think Rodrick’s fish was living off of the algae

growing on the glass.

When Mom saw Rodrick’s bowl, she thought it

was disgusting. So she took his fish and put it in

my bowl.

When we got home from the water park, I

went straight to the kitchen to feed my fish.

But he was gone, and it wasn’t a big mystery

what had happened to him.

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I didn’t even have time to feel sad about it,

because today was Father’s Day and we all had to

get in the car and go up to Grandpa’s for brunch.

I’ll tell you this: if I’m ever a dad, you’re not

gonna see ME dressing up in a shirt and tie and

going to Leisure Towers on Father’s Day. I’m

gonna go off by myself and have some FUN. But

Mom said she thought it would be good for the

three generations of Heffley men to be together.

I guess I must’ve been picking at my food,

because Dad asked me what was wrong. I told him

I was bummed out because my fish died. Dad said

he didn’t really know what to say because he’d

never had a pet die before.

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He said he used to have a dog named Nutty when he

was a kid, but Nutty ran away to a butterfly farm.

I’ve heard Dad tell this same story about Nutty

and the butterfly farm a million times, but I didn’t

wanna be rude and cut him off.

Then Grandpa spoke up and said he had a “confession”

to make. He said that Nutty didn’t actually run away

to a butterfly farm. Grandpa said what REALLY

happened was that he accidentally ran over the dog

when he was backing his car out of the driveway.

Grandpa said he made up the butterfly farm story

so he didn’t have to tell Dad the truth, but that

now they could have a good laugh over it.

But Dad was MAD. He told us to get in the car,

and he left Grandpa with the bill for brunch. Dad

didn’t say anything on the way home. He just

dropped us off at the house and drove away.

Dad was gone for a long time, and I was starting

to think maybe he was gonna just take the rest of

the day for himself. But he showed up an hour

later carrying a big cardboard box.

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Dad put the box on the floor and, believe it or

not, there was a DOG in there.

Mom didn’t seem too thrilled that Dad went out

and bought a dog without checking with her first.

I don’t think Dad has ever even bought a pair

of pants for himself without getting Mom’s OK

beforehand. But I think she could see that Dad

was happy, so she let him keep it.

At dinner Mom said we should come up with a name

for the dog.

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I wanted to name it something cool like Shredder or

Ripjaw, but Mom said my ideas were too “violent”.

Manny’s ideas were a whole lot worse, though. He

wanted to name the dog an animal name like

Elephant or Zebra.

Rodrick liked the animal name idea, and he said we

should call the dog Turtle.

Mom said we should call the dog Sweetheart. I

thought that was a really terrible idea, because

the dog is a boy, not a girl.

But, before any of us could fight it, Dad agreed

with Mom’s idea.

I think Dad was willing to go with anything Mom

came up with if it meant he didn’t have to take

the dog back. But something tells me Uncle Joe

would not approve of our dog’s name.

Dad told Rodrick he should go to the mall to buy

a bowl and get the dog’s name printed on it, and

here’s what Rodrick came back with –

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I guess that’s what you get when you send the

worst speller in the family off to do your errands.

Wednesday

I was really happy when we got our dog at first,

but now I’m starting to have second thoughts.

The dog’s actually been driving me crazy. A few

nights ago a commercial came on TV, and it

showed some gophers popping in and out of their

holes. Sweetie seemed pretty interested in that, so

Dad said –

That got Sweetie all riled up, and he started

barking at the TV.

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Now Sweetie barks at the TV constantly,

and the only thing that gets him to stop is when

the commercial with the gophers comes back on.

But what really bugs me about the dog is that he

likes to sleep in my bed, and I’m afraid he’ll bite

my hand off if I try to move him.

And he doesn’t just sleep in my bed. He sleeps

right smack in the middle.

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Dad comes in my room at 7:00 every morning to

take Sweetie out. But I guess me and the dog

have something in common, because he doesn’t like

getting out of bed in the morning, either. So Dad

turns the lights on and off to try to make the

dog wake up.

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Yesterday Dad couldn’t get Sweetie to go outside,

so he tried something new. He went to the front

of the house and rang the doorbell, which made

the dog shoot out of bed like a rocket.

The only problem was he used my face as a

launching pad.

It must’ve been raining outside this morning, because

when Sweetie came back in he was shivering and

soaking wet. Then he tried to get under the covers

with me to get warm. Luckily, the muddy hand has

given me a lot of practice with this sort of thing,

so I was able to keep him out.

Thursday

This morning Dad wasn’t able to get the dog out

of my bed no matter WHAT he tried. So he went

to work, and about an hour later Sweetie woke me

up to take him outside. I wrapped myself in my

blanket and then let the dog out of the front

door and waited for him to do his business. But

Sweetie decided to make a run for it, and I had

to chase after him.

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You know, I was actually having a pretty decent

summer until Sweetie came along. He’s ruining the

two things that are the most important to me:

television and sleep.

And you know how Dad is always getting on my

case about lying around all day? Well, Sweetie is

twice as bad as me, but Dad’s CRAZY about

that dog.

I don’t think the feeling is mutual, though. Dad

is always trying to get the dog to give him a kiss

on the nose, but Sweetie won’t do it.

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I can kind of understand why the dog doesn’t

like Dad.

The only person Sweetie really likes is Mom, even

though she barely pays him any attention. And I

can tell that’s starting to drive Dad a little nuts.

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I think Sweetie is just more of a ladies’ man. So I

guess that’s something else we have in common.

JULY

Saturday

Last night I was working on a new comic to

replace “Li’l Cutie”. I figured there would be a lot

of competition for the open slot, so I wanted to

come up with something that really stood out. I

made up this comic called “Hey, People!” that’s

sort of like a half cartoon, half advice column. I

figure I can use it to make the world a better

place, or at least a better place for me.

I figured since Dad reads the comics, I might as well

write a few that were specifically targeted at him.

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I would’ve written a bunch of comics last night,

but Sweetie was driving me crazy and I couldn’t

concentrate.

While I was drawing, the dog was sitting on my

pillow licking his paws and his tail, and he was

really getting into it.

Whenever Sweetie does that, I have to remember

to flip the pillow over when I go to bed. Last

night I forgot, and when I lay down I put my

head right on the wet spot.

Speaking of licking, Sweetie finally kissed Dad

last night. It’s probably because Dad had crisps

on his breath, and I think dogs have an .

automatic response to that sort of thing.

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I didn’t have the heart to tell Dad that Sweetie

had just spent the past half hour on my pillow

licking his rear end.

Anyway, I’m hoping I can write a few more

comics tonight, because I’m not gonna be able to

get any work done tomorrow. Tomorrow’s the

Fourth of July, and Mom is making the whole

family go to the town pool.

I tried to get out of it, mostly because I want

to make it through the summer without having to

walk past the shower guys. But I think Mom’s

still hoping to have one perfect family day this

summer, so there’s no use fighting it.

Monday

My Fourth of July started out pretty rough. When

I got to the pool, I tried to get through the

locker room as quickly as I could. But the shower

guys were really chatty, and they didn’t make it

easy on me.

Then Mom told me she left her sunglasses out in

the car, so I had to go BACK through the

shower area to the parking lot. I wore Mom’s

sunglasses on the return trip to make it clear I

wasn’t interested in conversation, but that didn’t

work out so good, either.

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Seriously, I wish those guys would just take a

shower at home before they came to the pool.

Because, once you see somebody like that, you can

never look at them the same way again.

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After I got past the locker room, things didn’t

get a whole lot better. The scene was just about

how I remembered it, except more crowded. I

guess everyone had the same idea to spend the

Fourth at the pool.

The only time the pool cleared out was when the

lifeguard called a fifteen-minute rest break and all

the kids had to get out of the water.

I think the idea behind rest breaks is to give

adults a little time to enjoy the pool, but I don’t

know how they’re supposed to relax with three

hundred kids waiting for the break to be over.

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When I was younger I used to just go swim in

the baby pool during the fifteen-minute rest

break, but that was before I knew what went

on in there.

The only area of the pool that wasn’t a complete

madhouse was the deep end, and that’s where the

diving boards are. I haven’t been in the deep end

since I was eight years old, when Rodrick talked

me into jumping off the high dive.

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Rodrick was always trying to get me to jump off

the high dive, but that tall ladder really scared

me. He told me I needed to conquer my fears or

I’d never become a man.

Then one day Rodrick told me that there was a

clown at the top of the diving board who was

handing out free toys, and that got my attention.

But by the time I realized Rodrick was full of

baloney it was too late.

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Anyway, today Mom got everyone together to go

to the picnic area because they were giving out

free watermelon.

But I’ve got a fear of watermelon, too. Rodrick

is always telling me that if you eat the seeds,

then a watermelon will grow in your stomach.

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I don’t know if he’s telling the truth or not, but

school’s only a couple of months away, so I’m not

willing to take the risk.

When it started getting dark, everyone put their

blankets out on the lawn to watch the fireworks

display. We sat staring up at the sky for a long

time, but nothing was happening.

Then someone came on the loudspeaker and said

that the show was cancelled because someone had

left the fireworks out in the rain last night and

they got soaked. Some little kids started to cry,

so a couple of grown-ups tried to create their

own fireworks show.

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Luckily, the fireworks display at the country club

down the road started right about then. It was a

little hard to see over the trees, but at that point

I don’t think anyone really cared.

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Tuesday

This morning I was sitting at the kitchen table

flipping through the comics, and I came across

something that almost made me spit out my cereal.

It was a two-page back-to-school ad, right where

any kid could see it.

I can’t believe it’s actually LEGAL to run a

back-to-school ad two months before school

starts. Anyone who would do that kind of thing

must really not like kids.

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I’m sure back-to-school ads are gonna start

popping up all over the place now and, the next

thing you know, Mom is gonna be telling me it’s

time to go clothes shopping. And with Mom

that’s an all-day affair.

So I asked Mom if Dad could take me clothes

shopping instead, and she said yes. I think

she saw it as some kind of father-son bonding

opportunity.

But I told Dad he could just go without me and

pick out whatever he wanted.

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Well, THAT was a dumb move, because Dad did

all of his shopping at the pharmacy.

Before I saw that ad, my day was bad enough

already. It rained again this morning, so Sweetie

tried to get under the covers with me after Dad

took him out.

I guess I must’ve been a little off my game,

because the dog found a gap between the blanket

and the bed and managed to get through.

And, let me tell you, there’s nothing more terrifying

than being trapped under your covers wearing nothing

but underwear with a wet dog crawling all over you.

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I was stewing about the dog and that back-to-

school ad when my whole day turned around. Mom

had printed out some pictures from the Fourth,

and she left them lying on the kitchen table.

In one of the pictures you could see a lifeguard in

the background. It was a little hard to tell, but

I’m pretty sure the lifeguard was Heather Hills.

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It was so crowded at the pool yesterday that I

didn’t even notice the lifeguards. And if that really

WAS Heather Hills, I can’t believe I missed her.

Heather Hills is the sister of Holly Hills, who is one

of the cutest girls in my class. But Heather’s in

HIGH school, which is a whole different league

than middle school.

This Heather Hills thing is changing my whole

perspective on the town pool. In fact, I’m

starting to rethink my whole SUMMER. The dog

has ruined all the fun of being at home, and I

realized that if I don’t do something quick, I

won’t have anything good to say about my holiday.

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So starting tomorrow I’m gonna have a whole new

attitude. And hopefully by the time I get back

to school I’ll have a high-school girlfriend, too.

Wednesday

Mom was really happy I was willing to go to the

pool with her and Manny today, and she said she

was proud I was finally putting my family in

front of video games. I didn’t mention Heather

Hills to Mom, because I don’t need her getting in

the middle of my love life.

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When we got there, I wanted to go straight to

the pool area and see if Heather was on duty. But

then I realized I’d better be prepared in case

she was.

So I made a pit stop in the bathroom and lathered

myself in suntan oil. Then I did a bunch of push-ups

and sit-ups to really make my muscles pop.

I was probably in there for about fifteen minutes. I

was checking myself out in the mirror when I heard

someone in a stall clear his throat.

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Well, that was pretty embarrassing, because it

meant whoever was in there could see me flexing in

front of the mirror the whole time. And, if that

person was anything like ME, he couldn’t go to

the bathroom until he had complete privacy.

I figured the person in the stall couldn’t see my

face, so at least he didn’t know who I was. I

was just about to slip out of the bathroom when

I heard Mom at the front of the locker room.

Mom wanted to know what took me so long and

why I looked so “shiny”, but I was already

looking past her and scanning the lifeguard

stands to see if Heather Hills was on deck.

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And sure enough, she was. I went right over to

her and parked myself underneath her chair.

Every once in a while I’d say something witty,

and I think I was definitely impressing her.

I’d get Heather a new cup of water whenever it

looked like she needed a refill and, every time some

kid would do something wrong, I’d speak up so

Heather didn’t have to.

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Whenever Heather’s shift ended, I’d follow her to

her next station. Every fourth time, I’d end up

in front of where Mom was sitting. And, let me

tell you, it’s not easy to be smooth when your

mother is sitting five feet away.

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I just hope Heather knows that I would do

ANYTHING for her. If she wants someone to

put suntan lotion on her back or towel her off

after she takes a dip in the pool, I’m the man

for the job.

I basically hung out with Heather until it was

time to go. On my way home I was thinking

that, if the rest of my holiday goes like today,

this WILL be the best summer ever, just like

Mom predicted. In fact, the only thing that

can ruin things now is that stupid muddy hand.

I’m sure it’ll show up at the exact wrong moment

and spoil everything.

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Wednesday

I’ve been hanging out with Heather every single

day for the past week.

I realized my friends at school will never believe

it when I tell them about me and Heather, so I

asked Mom to take a picture of me standing next

to the lifeguard chair.

Mom didn’t have her camera, so she had to use her

mobile phone. But she couldn’t figure out how to

take a picture with it, and I ended up standing

there for a long time looking like a fool.

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I finally got Mom to press the right button to

take a picture, but, when she did, the camera

was pointing the wrong way and she took a

picture of herself. See, this is why I always

say that technology is wasted on grown-ups.

I got Mom to point the camera at me, but right at

that moment her phone rang and she answered it.

Mom talked for about five minutes and, by the

time she was done, Heather was on to her next

shift. But that didn’t stop Mom from taking the

picture anyway.

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Friday

Relying on Mom for my ride to the pool is starting

to become a problem. Mom doesn’t want to go to

the pool every day and, when she DOES go, she

only stays a few hours.

I like to be at the pool from the time it opens

until the time it closes so I can maximize my

time with Heather. I wasn’t about to ask

Rodrick to drive me to the pool in his van

because he always makes me sit in the back, and

there are no seats.

I realized I need my OWN transportation,

and luckily I found a solution yesterday.

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One of our neighbours left a bike out by the kerb,

and I took it before anyone else could.

I rode the bike home and parked it in the

garage. When Dad saw it, he said it was a “girl

bike” and I should get rid of it.

But I’ll tell you at least two reasons a girl bike is

better than a boy bike. Number one, girl bikes have

big, cushiony seats, and that’s really important

when you’re riding in your bathing suit.

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And number two, girl bikes have those baskets on

the handlebars, which are good for carrying your

video games and suntan lotion. Plus, my bike came

with a bell, and that REALLY comes in handy.

Monday

I guess I should’ve known that a bike that

was left out with the trash wasn’t gonna last

very long.

I was riding home from the pool yesterday, and

the bike started getting all wobbly. Then the

front wheel popped right off. So today I had

to ask Mom for a ride to the pool.

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When we got there, Mom said I had to take

Manny with me through the locker room. She said

he’s getting too old to go through the women’s

locker room with her, so I guess they must have

the same shower situation in there as they do in

the men’s locker room.

It should’ve taken about five seconds to get

Manny from one end of the locker room to the

other, but it took about ten minutes instead.

Manny goes everywhere with Mom, so he had

never actually BEEN in a men’s bathroom before.

He was really curious and wanted to check everything

out. At one point I had to stop him from washing

his hands in the urinal because I guess he thought

it was a sink.

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I didn’t want Manny to have to walk through

the shower area and see the things I’ve seen. So

I got a towel out of my bag and was gonna put

it over Manny’s eyes when we walked past the

shower guys. But in the two seconds it took me to

get my towel Manny was gone. And you’ll never

believe where he went.

I knew I had to rescue Manny, so I closed my

eyes as tightly as I could and went in to save

him.

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I was really nervous about touching one of the

shower guys, and for a second there I thought

I did.

I had to open my eyes to find Manny, and then I

grabbed him and got out as fast as I could.

When we got to the other side, Manny seemed

fine, but I don’t think I’ll ever totally recover

from that experience.

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I kind of staggered over to my spot underneath

Heather’s lifeguard chair. Then I started taking

deep breaths to calm myself down.

Five minutes later some kid who must’ve eaten too

much ice cream threw up behind Heather’s chair.

Heather looked behind her and then she looked

down like she was waiting for me to do something.

I guess the noble thing to do was to clean up the

mess for Heather, but this was really beyond the

call of duty.

Anyway, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately, and

I’ve realized that I need to let this summer romance

cool off a little.

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Plus, Heather’s going off to college next year and

those long-distance relationships never really seem

to work out.

AUGUST

Tuesday

We ran into the Jeffersons at the supermarket

today. Me and Rowley haven’t spoken to each

other in over a month, so it was kind of awkward.

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Mrs Jefferson said they were buying groceries

for their trip to the beach next week. That kind

of irritated me because that’s where MY family

was supposed to go this summer. But then Mrs

Jefferson said something that really threw me

for a loop.

Mr Jefferson didn’t look too thrilled with that

idea, but before he could speak up Mom chimed in.

Something about the whole incident seemed a little

fishy to me. I’m kind of wondering if it was a

setup, with Mom and Mrs Jefferson conspiring to

get me and Rowley back together.

Believe me, Rowley’s the LAST person I want

to spend a week with. But then I realized if I

went to the beach with the Jeffersons I’d get

to ride the Cranium Shaker. So maybe my summer

won’t be such a bust after all.

Monday

I knew I made a mistake coming on this beach

trip when I saw where we were staying.

My family always rents a condo in the high-rises

right near the boardwalk, but the place where the

Jeffersons are staying is a log cabin about five

miles from the beach. We went inside the cabin,

and there was no TV or computer or ANYTHING

with a screen on it.

I asked what we were supposed to do for

entertainment, and Mrs Jefferson said –

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I thought that was a good one, and I was

about to tell Rowley his mom was pretty funny.

But she came back a second later with a bunch of

reading material.

So that just CONFIRMED Mom was in on this

plan from the beginning.

All three Jeffersons read their books right up

until it was time to eat. Dinner was OK, but

dessert was awful. Mrs Jefferson is one of those

moms who sneaks healthy food into your snacks,

and her brownies were full of spinach.

I don’t think it’s a good idea to grind up vegetables

and put them in kids’ desserts, because then they

don’t know what the real thing is supposed to

taste like.

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The first time Rowley had a regular brownie was

at my house and, believe me, it wasn’t pretty.

After dinner Mrs Jefferson called us all into the

living room to play games. I was hoping we were

gonna play something normal like cards, but the

Jeffersons have their own idea of fun.

The Jeffersons played a game called “I Love You

Because”, and when it was my turn I passed.

Then we played charades, and when it was Rowley’s

turn he was a dog.

At about 9:00 Mr Jefferson told us it was time

for bed. That’s when I found out the sleeping

situation at the Jeffersons’ cabin was worse than

the entertainment situation.

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There was only one bed, so I told Rowley we could

make a deal: we’d flip a coin, and one guy would get

the bed and the other would sleep on the floor.

But Rowley took a look at the crusty shag carpet

and decided he didn’t want to risk it. I decided I

wasn’t willing to sleep on the floor, either. So I

got into bed with Rowley and just stayed as far

away from him as possible.

Rowley started snoring right away, but I was

having trouble falling asleep with half my body

hanging off the bed. I was finally starting to

drift off when Rowley let out a scream like he was

being attacked.

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For a second there I thought the muddy hand

had finally caught up with us.

Rowley’s parents came running in to see what

happened.

Rowley said he had a nightmare that there was a

chicken hiding underneath him.

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So Rowley’s parents spent the next twenty minutes

trying to calm him down and telling him it was just

a bad dream and there really was no chicken.

Nobody bothered to check on how I was doing

after falling off the bed onto my face.

Rowley spent the rest of the night sleeping in his

parents’ room, which was fine with me. Because,

without Rowley and his chicken dreams to keep me

awake, I was able to get a good night’s sleep.

Wednesday

I’ve been stuck inside this cabin for three days

now, and I’m really starting to lose my mind.

I’ve been trying to get Mr and Mrs Jefferson to

take us to the boardwalk, but they say it’s too

“noisy” there.

I’ve never gone this long without TV or computers

or video games, and I’m starting to feel kind of

desperate. When Mr Jefferson works late at night

on his laptop, I sneak downstairs and watch him

just to get a glimpse of the outside world.

I’ve tried to get Mr Jefferson to let me use his

laptop a couple of times, but he says it’s his

“work computer” and he doesn’t want me to mess

anything up. Last night I was at my breaking

point, so I did something a little risky.

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When Mr Jefferson got up to use the bathroom,

I jumped at my chance.

I rattled off an e-mail to Mom as quickly as I

could, then ran upstairs and got into bed.

When I came downstairs for breakfast this morning,

Mr Jefferson didn’t look too happy to see me.

It turns out that I’d sent that e-mail from Mr

Jefferson’s work account, and Mom answered back.

I thought Mr Jefferson was gonna really let me

have it, but he didn’t say anything at all. Then

Mrs Jefferson said maybe we could go to the

boardwalk later on this afternoon and spend an

hour or two there.

Well, that’s all I was ever asking for. A few

hours is all I really need.

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If I can just ride the Cranium Shaker once, I’ll

feel like this trip wasn’t a total waste of time.

Friday

I’m back home from the beach two days early and,

if you wanna know the reason why, it’s kind of a

long story.

The Jeffersons took me and Rowley to the

boardwalk yesterday afternoon. I wanted to go

on the Cranium Shaker right away, but the line

was too long, so we decided to get some food and

come back later.

We got some ice cream, but Mrs Jefferson only

ordered one cone for the four of us to share.

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Mom gave me thirty dollars to spend at the

beach, and I blew twenty of it on this one

carnival game.

I was trying to win a giant stuffed caterpillar,

but I think they have those games rigged so

you can’t succeed.

Rowley watched me blow my twenty dollars, and

then he asked his dad to buy him the exact

same giant caterpillar at a shop next door. And

the thing that really stinks is that it only cost

him ten bucks.

I think Mr Jefferson is making a big mistake

with a move like that. Now Rowley feels like a

winner even though he isn’t.

I’ve had my own experience with that sort of

thing. Last year when I was on the swim team,

they had this special swim meet I got invited to

on a Sunday.

When I showed up, I realized none of the

GOOD swimmers were there. It was only the

kids who had never won a ribbon before.

At first I was pretty happy, because I thought

I might actually WIN something for once.

I still didn’t do well, though. My event was the

100-metre freestyle, and I got so pooped that

I had to WALK the last lap.

But the judges didn’t disqualify me. And at the

end of the night, I got a first-place ribbon,

which my parents handed to me.

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In fact, EVERYONE walked away with first-place

ribbons, even Tommy Lam, who got turned around in

the backstroke and swam the wrong way.

When I got home, I was confused. But then

Rodrick saw me with my first-place Champions

ribbon, and he gave me the scoop.

Rodrick told me the Champions meet is just a

scam put on by parents to make their kids feel

like winners.

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I guess parents think they’re doing their kids a

favour by going through with all that, but, if you

ask me, I think it just causes more problems down

the road.

I remember when I used to be on the T-Ball

team and everyone would cheer even when I struck

out. Then the next year, in junior baseball, all my

teammates and the other parents would boo me off

the field if I dropped a pop fly or something.

All I’m saying is if Rowley’s parents wanna make

him feel good about himself they can’t do it now

when he’s a kid and then walk away. They’ve gotta

stick with him all the way through.

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After the caterpillar thing we just walked up and

down the boardwalk, waiting for the line for the

Cranium Shaker to go down. Then I saw something

that got my attention.

It was that girl from Rodrick’s keychain picture.

But here’s the thing: she wasn’t a real person.

She was a CARDBOARD CUTOUT.

I felt like an idiot for ever thinking that she was

a real girl. Then I realized I could buy my OWN

keychain picture and impress all the guys at school.

I might even be able to make some money by

charging them to look at it.

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I paid my five bucks and posed for my photo.

Unfortunately, the Jeffersons got into the picture

WITH me, so now my souvenir keychain is pretty

much worthless.

I was really mad, but I forgot all about it when

I saw that the line for the Cranium Shaker was

down to a few people. I ran over to the ride and

used my last five dollars to pay for a ticket.

I thought Rowley was right behind me, but he

was hanging back about ten feet. I guess he was

too scared to go on.

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I was starting to have second thoughts myself,

but it was too late. After the ride operator

strapped me in, he locked the cage and I knew

there was no turning back.

Well, I wish I had spent more time watching what

the Cranium Shaker actually DID to a person,

because I never would’ve got on if I had.

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It flips you upside down about a million times and

then throws you towards the ground so your face

is about six inches from the pavement. Then it

sends you spinning backwards up to the sky again.

And the whole time the cage you’re in is creaking,

and all the bolts look like they’re about to come

loose. I tried to get someone to stop the ride,

but nobody could hear me over the pounding heavy-

metal music.

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It was the most nauseous I’ve ever felt in my life.

And when I say that, I mean even more than

after I had to get Manny out of the shower area

at the town pool. If this is what it takes to be a

“man”, I am definitely not ready yet.

When the ride finally ended, I could barely walk.

So I sat down on a bench and waited for the

boardwalk to stop spinning.

I stayed there a long time and focused on trying

not to throw up, while Rowley rode some rides

that were more his speed.

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After Rowley was done with his kiddie rides, his

dad bought him a boppy balloon and a shirt from

the souvenir shop.

A half hour later I was finally ready to try

standing up and walking around again. But when

I got on my feet Mr Jefferson said it was time

to go.

I asked him if we could just play a few games in

the arcade, and he said OK even though he didn’t

seem happy about it.

I had spent all the money Mom gave me, so I told

Mr Jefferson twenty dollars would probably do it.

But all he was willing to offer me was a dollar.

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I think the arcade was too loud for Mr and Mrs

Jefferson, so they didn’t want to go inside. They

told us to go in by ourselves and meet them outside

in ten minutes.

I went to the back of the arcade, where they

have this game called Thunder Volt. I spent about

fifty dollars on that game last year, and I got

the high score. I wanted Rowley to see my name

at the top of the list, because I wanted to show

him what it was like to win something without it

being handed to you.

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Well, my name was still at the top of the list, but

the person who got the NEXT highest score

must’ve been jealous they couldn’t beat me.

I unplugged the machine to try and wipe out the

high scores, but they were burned into the screen

permanently.

I was gonna just spend our money on some other

game, but then I remembered a trick Rodrick

told me about and I realized we could make the

dollar last a lot longer.

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Me and Rowley walked outside and went underneath

the boardwalk. Then I slipped the dollar bill up

between the planks of wood and waited for our

first victim.

Eventually, a teenager spotted the dollar sticking

out of the boardwalk.

When he went to grab it, I pulled the dollar bill

through the slat at the last second.

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I have to hand it to Rodrick, because this was

actually a lot of fun.

The teenagers we pranked weren’t too happy,

though, and they came after us. Me and Rowley

ran as fast as we could, and we didn’t stop until

we were pretty sure we shook those guys.

But I still didn’t feel safe. I asked Rowley to

show me some of the moves he learned in karate so

we could handle those guys if they found us.

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But Rowley said he’s a gold belt in karate and he

wasn’t going to teach his moves to a “no belt”.

We hid there a while more, but the teenagers

never showed up, and eventually we decided the

coast was clear.That’s when we realized we were

underneath Kiddie Land, so there was a whole new

batch of victims for our dollar-bill trick right above

our heads. And we got a MUCH better reaction

out of those kids than we did from the teenagers.

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But one of the kids was really fast, and he

grabbed the dollar before I could pull it

down. So me and Rowley had to go up on the

boardwalk to get it back.

This kid wasn’t budging, though. I tried to

explain the concept of personal property to him,

but he STILL wouldn’t give us our money.

I was getting pretty frustrated with this kid,

and that’s when Rowley’s parents showed up. I

was pretty glad to see them because I figured if

ANYONE could talk some sense into this kid, it

was Mr Jefferson.

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But Mr Jefferson was mad, and I mean

REALLY mad. He said he and Mrs Jefferson

had been looking all over for us for the past

hour and they were ready to call the police to

report us missing.

Then he told us we had to get in the car. But

on the way to the parking lot we walked past

the arcade. I asked Mr Jefferson if we could

please have another dollar since we never did get

to spend that one he gave us.

But I guess that wasn’t the right thing to

ask, because he took us back to the car without

saying a word.

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When we got back to the cabin, Mr Jefferson

said me and Rowley had to go straight to our

room. That really stunk, because it wasn’t even

8:00 and it was still light outside.

But Mr Jefferson said we had to go to bed and

that he didn’t want to hear a peep out of us

until morning. Rowley was taking it really hard.

From the way he was acting, I don’t think he’s

ever been in trouble with his dad before.

I decided to lighten the mood a little bit. I

walked around on the shag carpet and then gave

Rowley a static electricity shock as a joke.

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That seemed to get Rowley to snap out of it.

He walked around in a circle for about five minutes

rubbing his feet on the carpet, and then got me

back while I was brushing my teeth.

I couldn’t let Rowley one-up me like that, so

when he got into bed I got his boppy balloon,

pulled back the giant rubber band and let it rip.

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If I had to do it again, maybe I wouldn’t have

pulled back so hard.

When Rowley saw the red mark on his arm he

screamed, and I knew that was gonna attract

attention. Sure enough, his parents were up in our

room in five seconds.

I tried to explain that the mark on Rowley’s

arm was from a rubber band, but that didn’t

seem to matter to the Jeffersons.

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They called my parents, and two hours later Dad

was at the cabin to pick me up and take me home.

Monday

Dad’s really mad that he had to drive a four-hour

round-trip to come get me. But Mom wasn’t mad

at all. She said the incident between me and

Rowley was just “horseplay” and she was glad

we were “pals” again.

But Dad is still mad, and it’s been really chilly

between us ever since we got back. Mom’s been

trying to get the two of us to do something like

go to the movies together so we can “make

peace”, but I think right now it’s best for me

and Dad to just stay out of each other’s way.

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I think Dad’s bad mood is here to stay, though,

and part of it has nothing to do with me. When

I opened up today’s paper, here’s what I saw in

the Arts section –

Last night Dad came into my room and talked to

me, which was the first time we’d spoken to each

other in about three days. He said he wanted to

make sure I was around on Sunday, and I said

I would be.

Later on I heard him talking to someone on the

phone, and he seemed to be acting kind of secretive.

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After that I asked Dad if he was taking me

anywhere in particular on Sunday, and that

seemed to make him really uncomfortable. He said

no, but he wouldn’t look me in the eye.

Now I knew Dad wasn’t telling the truth, so I

started to get kind of worried. Dad was willing to

ship me off to a military academy before, and I

wouldn’t put anything past him.

I didn’t know what to do, so I told Rodrick

what was going on and asked him if he had any

theories about what Dad was up to. He told me

he’d think about it, and a little while later he

came up to my room and shut the door.

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Rodrick told me he thought Dad was so mad about

the Rowley thing that he was gonna get rid of me.

I wasn’t sure if I believed him, because Rodrick’s

not always 100% reliable. But Rodrick told me if

I didn’t believe him I should go check out Dad’s

day planner and see for myself. So I went into

Dad’s office and opened his calendar to Sunday,

and here’s what I found –

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I’m pretty sure Rodrick was pulling my leg,

because it looked an awful lot like his handwriting.

But Dad’s kind of an unpredictable guy, so I

guess I’ll just have to wait until Sunday to know

for sure.

Sunday

The good news is Dad didn’t sell me or give me

away to an orphanage today. The bad news is,

after what happened, he probably will.

At about 10:00 this morning, Dad said to get in

the car because he wanted to take me into the city.

When I asked what for, he said it was a “surprise”.

On the way into the city we stopped for petrol.

Dad had left a map and directions on the dashboard

of the car, so now I knew where we were going:

1200 Bayside Street.

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Well, I was pretty desperate, so for the first

time ever I used my Ladybug.

I finished my call right before Dad came back to

the car, and we headed into the city. I just

wish I’d taken a better look at that map,

because when we pulled up to Bayside Street I

realized it was the parking lot for the baseball

stadium. But by then it was too late.

It turns out Mom had bought us tickets to the

baseball game for some special father-son bonding

and Dad was trying to keep it a surprise.

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But it took Dad a long time to explain all of

that to the cops. After he cleared things up

with the police, Dad wasn’t in the mood for a

baseball game, so he just took me home.

I felt kind of bad because the seats Mom got us

were in the third row, and it looked to me like

they cost a fortune.

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Tuesday

I finally found out what that phone call was all

about the other day. Dad had been on the phone

with Gramma, and they were talking about Sweetie,

not me.

Mom and Dad had decided to give the dog to

Gramma, and Dad dropped Sweetie off on

Sunday night. To be honest with you, I don’t

think anyone’s really gonna miss him around here.

Me and Dad haven’t talked to each other since

then, and I’ve been looking for excuses to stay

out of the house. I found a really good one

yesterday. There was a commercial on TV for

this store called the Game Hut, which is where

I buy all my video games.

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They’re having a competition where you play at

your local store, and if you win you get to

advance to the national playoffs. And the winner

of THAT gets a million bucks.

The competition at my local store is on Saturday.

I’m sure there are gonna be a ton of people at

that thing, so I’m gonna go super early to make

sure I get a good place in line.

I learned that trick from Rodrick. Whenever he

wants to get tickets to a concert, he camps out

the night before. In fact, that’s where he met

his band’s lead singer, Bill.

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Rowley and his dad go camping all the time, so

I knew he had a tent. I called Rowley and told

him about the video-game contest and how we

could win a million bucks.

But Rowley was acting nervous on the phone. I

think he was still worried that I had electrical

superpowers or something, and the only way to

get him to calm down was to promise I wouldn’t

use them on him.

Even after we were past that, Rowley didn’t

seem comfortable with the campout idea. He said

his mom and dad banned him from seeing me for

the rest of the summer.

I pretty much figured that, but I had a plan

to get around it. I told Rowley that I’d tell

my parents I was going up to his house to spend

the night, and he could tell his parents he was

going to Collin’s.

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Rowley STILL didn’t seem sure, so I told him

I’d bring him his very own box of gummy bears if

he came along, and that sold him.

Saturday

Last night we met at the top of the hill at 9:00.

Rowley brought the camping equipment and the

sleeping bag, and I brought the flashlight and

some chocolate energy bars.

I didn’t have the gummy bears right at that

moment, but I promised Rowley I’d buy him some

the first chance I got.

When we got to the Game Hut we were the only

people there, and I couldn’t believe our luck.

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So we pitched our tent in front of the store

before anyone else could take our spot.

Then we watched the door to make sure no one

tried to cut in front of us.

I figured the best way to save our place in line

was to sleep in shifts. I even offered to take

the first shift and let Rowley sleep, because

that’s just the kind of person I am.

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After my shift was over I woke Rowley up for

his turn, but he fell back asleep in about five

seconds. So I shook him awake and told him he

needed to stay alert.

Rowley didn’t even bother trying to defend himself.

I decided it was up to ME to make sure nobody

got in front of us, so I stayed up all night. I

was starting to have trouble keeping my eyes open

around 9:00 in the morning, and I ate both of

the energy bars I packed to keep myself going.

I got chocolate all over my hands, and that gave

me an idea. I opened the tent flap, then slipped

my hand inside and made it crawl like a spider.

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I thought it would be funny to make Rowley

think it was the muddy hand. I didn’t hear any

noises coming from inside the tent, so I thought

Rowley was still sleeping. But before I had a

chance to open the flap and check, my hand got

crushed to smithereens.

I pulled my hand out of the tent, and my thumb

was already starting to turn purple.

I was really ticked off at Rowley. Not because

he smashed my hand with a mallet, but because

he thought that it could stop the muddy hand.

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Any fool knows you have to either use fire or acid

to stop a muddy hand. All a mallet’s gonna do is

make it angry.

I was about to give Rowley a piece of my mind,

but right then the guy from the Game Hut came

and opened the front door. I tried to ignore

the throbbing pain in my thumb and focus on the

reason we came here.

The Game Hut guy wanted to know why we

had a tent in front of the store, so I told

him we were there to compete in the video-

game contest. But he didn’t even know what

I was talking about.

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So I had to show him the poster from the window

to get him up to speed.

The clerk said the store wasn’t really set up for

a video-game tournament but, since there were

only two of us, maybe we could just play each

other in the back room.

I was a little irritated at first, but then I realized

all I needed to do to win this tournament was to

beat Rowley. So the clerk set us up to play a

death match in Twisted Wizard. I almost felt

sorry for Rowley, because I’m pretty much an

expert at that game. But, when we started to

play, I realized my thumb was so messed up I

couldn’t press the buttons on the controller.

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All I could do was run around in circles while

Rowley shot me over and over.

Rowley ended up beating me 15-0. The clerk

told Rowley he won the competition and had a

choice: he could either fill out the paperwork to

go to the national tournament, or he could get a

giant box of chocolate-covered raisins.

I’ll bet you can guess which one Rowley picked.

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Sunday

You know, I should have just stuck with my

original plan and stayed inside this summer,

because all my trouble started the minute I

stepped out of the house.

I haven’t seen Rowley since he stole that video-

game competition from me, and Dad hasn’t spoken

to me since I almost got him arrested.

But I think things started to turn around for

me and Dad today. You remember that article

about how “Li’l Cutie” was being passed on from

the father to his son?

Well, the son’s first comic came out in the paper

today, and it looks like the new “Li’l Cutie” is

gonna be even worse than the original.

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I showed Dad, and he agreed with me.

That’s when I realized things are gonna be OK

between the two of us. Me and Dad might not

agree on everything, but at least we agree on

the important stuff.

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I guess some people would say that hating a comic

is a pretty flimsy foundation for a relationship,

but the truth is me and Dad hate LOTS of the

same things.

Me and Dad might not have one of those close

father-son relationships, but that’s fine with

me. I’ve learned that there is such a thing as

TOO close.

I realized summer break was pretty much over

when Mom finished up with her photo album today.

I flipped through it and, to be honest with you,

I don’t think it was a very accurate record of our

summer. But I guess the person who takes the

pictures is the one who gets to tell the story.

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Acknowledgements

Thanks to all the fans of the Wimpy Kid series for inspiring

and motivating me to write these stories. Thanks to all of the

booksellers across the nation for putting my books in kids’

hands.

Thanks to my family for all the love and support. It’s been fun

to share this experience with you.

Thanks to the folks at Abrams for working hard to make sure

this book happened. A special thanks to Charlie Kochman,

my editor; Jason Wells, my publicist; and Scott Auerbach,

managing editor extraordinaire.

Thanks to everyone in Hollywood for working so hard to

bring Greg Heffley to life, especially Nina, Brad, Carla, Riley,

Elizabeth and Thor. And thanks, Sylvie and Keith, for your

help and guidance.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Jeff Kinney is an online game developer and designer, and a

#1 New York Times bestselling author. In 2009, Jeff was

named one of Time magazine’s 100 Most Influential People

in the World. He spent his childhood in the Washington,

D.C., area and moved to New England in 1995. Jeff lives in

southern Massachusetts with his wife and their two sons.

SEPTEMBER

Thursday

It’s been almost two and a half weeks since me

and my ex-best friend, Rowley Jefferson, had our

big fight. To be honest with you, I thought he

would’ve come crawling back to me by now, but for

some reason that hasn’t happened.

I’m actually starting to get a little concerned,

because school starts back up in a few days and,

if we’re gonna get this friendship back on track,

something needs to happen quick. If me and Rowley

really ARE through, that would stink, because

the two of us had a pretty good thing going.

Now that our friendship is history I’m in the

market for a new best friend. The problem is I

invested all my time in Rowley, and I don’t have

anyone lined up to take his place.

The two best options I have at this point are

Christopher Brownfield and Tyson Sanders. But

each of those guys has his own issues.

I hung out with Christopher for the last few

weeks of the summer, mostly because he’s a really

excellent mosquito magnet. But Christopher is more

of a summertime friend than a school-year friend.

Tyson is nice enough, and we like the same video

games. But he pulls his pants all the way down

when he uses the urinal, and I don’t know if I

can ever get past that.

The only other kid my age who’s not paired up

with someone is Fregley, but I ruled him out as

best-friend material a long time ago.

Anyway, I’m still keeping the door open a crack

for Rowley, just in case. But, if he wants to save

this friendship, he’d better do something fast.

Because, with the way things stand, he’s not gonna

come out looking very good in my autobiography.

With my luck, though, I’ll go on to be rich and

famous and Rowley will STILL find a way to ride

my coat-tails.

Saturday

The reason I don’t see things changing between

me and Rowley is because he’s already found himself

a replacement friend. Or, to be more accurate, his

PARENTS did.

For the past few weeks Rowley’s been hanging out

with this teenager named Brian.

Whenever I go by Rowley’s house, he’s out in his

front yard throwing a football or a Frisbee with a

guy who looks like he’s in high school or college.

Well, I did some poking around and found out

that this Brian guy isn’t just some normal kid

from the neighbourhood. He’s part of a company

called “Cool Brian”, which is sort of like a big-

brother-for-hire kind of thing.

In fact, I’d be willing to bet money this guy’s

name isn’t even really Brian.

Mom said she thinks the Cool Brian thing is a

great idea because it gives kids a “role model”

they can look up to. That makes me kind of mad

because, the way I see it, I’M Rowley’s role model.

And now Rowley’s parents are paying some guy to

do what I’ve been doing all these years for FREE.

The thing that really burns me is that Rowley

probably doesn’t even know his parents are paying

this guy to spend time with him. And I don’t think

it would bother Rowley if he DID know the truth.

Today I saw Rowley hanging out with a different

Cool Brian, so Rowley’s regular guy must’ve had the

day off. But I could tell Rowley didn’t even notice.

Tuesday

Today was the first day of school. I don’t want

to jinx things, but it’s looking like this could be a

great year for me.

In homeroom we got our textbooks for the

semester. My school can’t afford to get new books

every year, so we usually get hand-me-downs.

But, when you get a book that ten kids had

before you, it makes it kind of hard to do any

actual learning.

Usually, I have really bad luck when it comes to

previous book owners. Last year I got a maths

book that had belonged to Bryan Goot.

And that didn’t exactly up my “cool” factor in

the hallways.

But this year I totally lucked out. When I got

my maths book, I found out it used to belong to

Jordan Jury. Jordan Jury is the most popular kid

in the grade above me, so carrying his textbook

around should translate into some MAJOR

popularity points.

One reason Jordan is so popular is because he

always has these big blowout parties, and it’s

really hard to get invited. But I figure this

Algebra book could be just the thing I need to

get on his radar.

Speaking of popular kids, I sat near Bryce

Anderson and his group of friends at lunch today.

Bryce is basically the Jordan Jury of my grade,

and he’s got a bunch of cronies who are always

going along with everything he says.

And those guys are loyal to Bryce no matter how

dumb he makes them look.

See, Bryce Anderson has the right idea. He

doesn’t actually NEED a best friend, because

he’s got a bunch of lackeys who basically worship

him. The reason me and Rowley didn’t make it is

because we were equal partners in our friendship,

and I don’t think that kind of model has a

chance of working out.

“HILARIOUS” – Sunday Telegraph

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