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to DAD

SEPTEMBER

Saturday

Grown-ups are always talking about the “good old
days” and how things were so much better when

THEY were kids.

But I think they’re just jealous because MY
generation has all this fancy technology and stuff

they didn’t have growing up.

Believe me, I’m sure when I have kids of my own,
I’m gonna be the exact same way my parents

are NOW.

WHEN I WAS
YOUR AGE, WE

USED OUR LEGS
FOR GETTING
AROUND!

YEAH,
WHATEVER,
POPS!

WHIRR

WHIRR

Mom’s always saying that when SHE was younger,
it was great because everybody in town knew

everybody else and it was like one giant family.

But that doesn’t sound so great to ME. I like
my privacy, and I really don’t need everyone

knowing my personal business.

Mom says the problem with society these days is
that everybody’s got their nose in a screen and

nobody takes the time to get to know the people
who live around them.

I don’t really see eye to eye with Mom on that
issue, though.

HOWDY,
NEIGHBOR!

2

Personally, I think a little separation is a
GOOD thing.

Lately, Mom’s been going around town with a
petition to get people to stop using their phones

and electronic gadgets for forty-eight hours.

YOUR
LEAVES

ARE IN
MY YARD

LOL

TAPPITY

TAP

TAP

TAP

TAP
TAP

Let’s

UNPLUG

to

RECONNECT!

Electronics are cluttering

our lives! Let’s put

down our devices for a weekend and get to

know one another!

Who’s in?

Mom needs a hundred signatures before she can
take the petition to Town Hall, but she’s having

trouble getting people to put their names on it.

I’m just hoping she gives up on this idea soon,
because it’s kind of exhausting for the rest of us

to pretend we don’t know her.

I really don’t understand why Mom thinks we
need to go BACKWARD, anyway. From what I

can tell, the old days weren’t that much fun.

If you think about it, you never see anyone in
those black-and-white photos SMILING.

TAP

TAP

TAP

4

In the old days, people were just a whole lot
TOUGHER than they are today.

But human beings have EVOLVED, and now
we need things like electric toothbrushes and

shopping malls and soft-serve ice cream to survive.

SAY
CHEESE!

SQUEAK
SQUEAK

BLEEP

BLOOP
BLORP

5

I bet our ancestors would be pretty disappointed
with the way we turned out. But once somebody

invented air-conditioning, there really was no
turning back.

We’ve gotten so spoiled that pretty soon we won’t
even have to leave our homes if we don’t want to.

YOUR   BURGER

IS SERVED.

I SAID NO
MAYONNAISE!

WHIRR

CHIPS

6

In fact, the way we’re headed, I’ll bet a
thousand years from now human beings won’t even

have SPINES.

Some people complain that all this technology
has made us soft. But if you ask me, that’s not

necessarily a BAD thing.

There are all SORTS of luxuries nowadays that
make people’s lives better. Take baby wipes, for

example. People were using regular toilet paper for
hundreds of years, and then all of a sudden some

genius came up with an idea that was a total
game changer.

SLITHER

Freshies

7

What really amazes me is that it took so LONG
for people to come up with the idea. I seriously

can’t believe the guy who invented the lightbulb
didn’t see baby wipes coming.

And who KNOWS what crazy thing someone’s
gonna come up with next to make our lives easier.

Whatever it is, though, I’ll be the first in line to
buy it.

But if Mom had HER way, we’d be living like people
did before there were computers and cell phones

and baby wipes.

And I really don’t want to imagine living in a
world without baby wipes.

8

Sunday

Dad says that when HE was growing up, in the
summertime kids played outside all day, until they

got called home for dinner at night.

Well, that’s pretty much the OPPOSITE of the
way MY summer went this year.

I spent July and August at Film Camp, where
all I did was watch movies in an air-conditioned

theater for eight hours a day.

The main reason I signed up for Film Camp was
because I thought it was for people who are

SERIOUS about movies, like ME.

DINGALING

DING

DING

SQUEAL!

SQUIRT
SQUIRT
SQUIRT

9

But I found out it was REALLY just a place
where parents could dump their kids off for some

cheap babysitting.

The downside of spending that much time in a dark
theater is that at the end of the day it took a

half hour for my eyes to adjust to the sunlight.

SHHHHHH!

NOM
NOM

zzzzzzz

EXIT

BLINK
BLINK

10

The other reason I signed up for Film Camp was
to get out of the HOUSE. Ever since we got a

pet pig, it hasn’t been a lot of fun being home.
Especially not at DINNER.

For the record, I think it’s a TERRIBLE
idea letting the pig eat at the table, because it

ALREADY thinks it’s a human being. And the
last thing we need is for it to think it’s on equal

footing with the rest of us.

Right after we got the pig, Mom thought it would
be fun to teach it some tricks. So she would give

the pig a cookie when it stood on its hind legs.

GOBBLE
SMACK

SLURP
CHOMP

YAAAY!

11

But the pig learned to WALK like that, and
it hasn’t been on all fours ever since. To make

matters WORSE, my little brother, Manny, put
a pair of his shorts on the pig, so now it’s like

we’re living in the house with a Disney character.

Mom used to take the pig outside, but after it
started walking upright, it decided it was too

good for its leash.

Mom was worried that if the pig ran off we’d
never find it, so she got a collar with one of

those GPS tracking chips in it.

WOBBLE

WOBBLE

WAVE

12

But every time Mom put the collar on the pig,
within five minutes it would be back OFF. And

don’t even ask me how the pig did THAT, since
pigs don’t even have THUMBS.

So now the pig just comes and goes as it
pleases, and who KNOWS where it spends its

time. What really stinks is that I have a curfew
but the pig DOESN’T.

TOSS

TICK
TICK
TICK

13

I think giving the pig too many privileges is a
REALLY bad idea. One day pigs will rule the

world, and it’ll be my family’s fault for starting
it all.

I wouldn’t really have an issue with the pig if
it didn’t interfere with MY life. But I was late

on the first day of school because it was hogging
the bathroom.

With the pig in the house, I was actually looking
FORWARD to school starting. But once I got

there I realized it was just the same old thing.

COME
ON!

POUND
POUND
POUND

14

And to be honest with you, I feel like I’ve been
in middle school FOREVER.

I needed to mix things up a little or I was
gonna go crazy. So in the first week of school, I

volunteered for the Homework Buddies program.

FWOOSH

GLOP

TWANG

PLOP

SHAKE
SHAKE

SHAKE

SWIPE

BE A

BUDDY!

TEAM UP WITH AN

ELEMENTARY SCHOOL

KID TO LEND A HAND!

SIGN UP FOR
HOMEWORK
BUDDIES
TODAY!

15

But the main reason I signed up was so I could
skip third period, which is Music class with Mrs.

Graziano.

To give you an idea of how long Mrs. Graziano
has been the music teacher, DAD had her when

he was MY age. And apparently spending thirty
years teaching middle schoolers how to play musical

instruments DOES something to a person.

Last week I met my Homework Buddy, this kid
named Frew. I have no idea why he even signed

up for the program, though, because he’s one
of those people who reads scientific journals and

college textbooks for FUN.

NO, NO,
NO!

TWEEP

FWEEP

TWARP

TWOOP

FLARB

FWARP

16

The first time we got together, Frew showed me
his homework, which was some coloring and a word

find. Frew said he didn’t need any help, and then
he asked to see MY homework.

I had at LEAST an hour of Math problems and
a Geography assignment that would’ve taken me

ANOTHER two hours, but Frew whipped through
all of it in about fifteen minutes.

And he wasn’t just fast, he was GOOD. I turned
in the assignments the next day, and when I got

them back from my teachers, I had perfect scores.

FREW

SCRIBBLE
SCRIBBLE
SCRIBBLE

17

At first I felt a little bad about getting help
from a third grader. But then I realized that

Homework Buddies are SUPPOSED to help each
other out.

So now whenever me and Frew get together, I
just hand him a pile of assignments and let him do

his thing. The way I see it, this is working out
for everyone.

My only complaint about Frew is that sometimes
he’s TOO helpful. He’s been getting bored

with my homework, so he started making up
assignments to CHALLENGE himself.

SCRIBBLE
SCRIBBLE
SCRIBBLE

18

The other day he wrote a paper and attached it
to my REGULAR homework for extra credit. But

luckily I checked it over before handing it in.

For a while I was just glad to be getting some
homework help. But recently I’ve been thinking

that since I’m the one who “discovered” Frew, I
deserve some kind of credit if he goes on to do

big things.

Detecting Commutative
Permeability in Physics

By Frew

Greg Heffley

NOBEL PRIZE

Wednesday

As if our house wasn’t crowded ENOUGH, now
GRANDPA is living with us.

They raised the rent at Leisure Towers, and he
couldn’t afford to live there anymore. So Mom

invited Grandpa to move in with OUR family.

Dad wasn’t so hot on the idea, even though
Grandpa is his own father. But Mom says it will

be just like the old days, when three generations
lived under the same roof.

I think Mom has this rosy image of the way things
used to be, but I have a TOTALLY different

picture of what it must’ve been like back then.

SCRUB
SCRUB

SCRUB
SCRUB

20

I was actually OK with Grandpa moving in with
us until I realized what it meant for ME. Mom

let Grandpa pick any bedroom he wanted, and of
course he chose MINE.

That meant I needed to find a new place to
sleep. My first thought was to go to the guest

room, but I forgot that’s where the pig stays.
And there’s no WAY I’m sharing the pullout

couch with a barn animal.

21

I ruled out RODRICK’S room right away, because
he might actually be a step down from the PIG.

My only other choice was to room with MANNY,
so I got out the air bed and set it up on his

floor. But sleeping in Manny’s room has its
OWN problems.

Mom reads Manny a bedtime story every night, and
sometimes they’re really LONG. In fact, lately

I think Manny’s been picking out the thickest
books he can find just to get on my nerves.

IN A HOLE IN THE
GROUND THERE
LIVED A HOBBIT.

22

Things have been a little tense ever since Grandpa
moved in. You can tell he doesn’t really approve of

the way Mom and Dad are raising us kids, even
though he never actually comes out and SAYS it.

Mom’s been trying to potty train Manny
FOREVER, and she’s experimenting with

something called “No Pants After Dinner.”

And it’s EXACTLY what it sounds like.

What’s SUPPOSED to happen is that when
Manny feels the urge to GO, he’ll run to the

bathroom.

SKIP

23

But Manny just prances around all night with
nothing on below the waist. And eventually he

ducks behind the recliner in the family room.

I don’t think Dad’s a huge fan of No Pants
After Dinner, but I can tell he’s even MORE

uncomfortable with Grandpa being here to
witness it.

It’s pretty obvious having Grandpa around is
really stressing Dad out. And every time one

of us kids screws up, it just makes Dad even
MORE tense.

PUSSSHHHH!

OOPS!

MM MM
MM.

SPILL

24

What seems to annoy Dad the MOST is when
one of us kids asks Mom to do something that we

should be able to do OURSELVES.

Yesterday I asked Mom to open a microwave
burrito for me, because I always have trouble with

those plastic packages.

But Dad jumped all over my case. He said if I
was stranded on a desert island with a thousand

microwave burritos, I’d STARVE to death
because I couldn’t figure out how to open them

on my own.

FUMBLE

FUMBLE

25

I told Dad that the chances of me getting
stranded on a desert island with a thousand

microwave burritos were pretty slim, but he said
I was missing the point.

He said if I don’t learn how to do things by
MYSELF, I’m not gonna be able to survive in

the “real world.”

Another thing Dad hates is how Mom still helps
me get ready for school in the morning. She

picks out my clothes the night before, and she
has a chart hanging in the kitchen to help me

stay on track.

Soap

Breakfast

Teeth

Shower

Hair

Underwear

Socks

Pants

Shirt

Shoes

26

I guess Dad was pretty embarrassed by the
chart, because the other day he took it down.

But without that thing to guide me through the
morning, I got the order of things all wrong

and ended up wearing socks over my shoes.

These days, I think Dad’s just WAITING for
me to screw up. This morning I forgot to put the

cap back on the tube of toothpaste, and Dad was
ready to POUNCE.

AHA!

27

I didn’t think it was a big deal, but Dad gave me
this long speech about how “little things have big

consequences.”

He said if I was a kid growing up in frontier
times and it was my job to tighten the bolts on

the wagon wheels but I FORGOT to, then the
wheels would fall off and our family would get eaten

by wolves.

I thought Dad was being kind of dramatic, but
it DID make me feel a little guilty about that

toothpaste cap.

28

I’m not the only one who’s been getting on Dad’s
nerves, though. Lately, Rodrick’s been getting under

Dad’s skin, too.

Whenever Rodrick needs gas for his van, he hits
Mom up for money. But a few nights ago he made

the mistake of doing it in front of Grandpa.

Dad said that from now on, Rodrick has to pay
for his OWN gas. And when Rodrick asked how

he was supposed to do THAT, Dad said it was
time for him to get a JOB.

MAW

PAW

BROTHER

JUNIOR

29

So Mom helped Rodrick go through the Help
Wanted section of the newspaper to find him a

job that doesn’t require any skills or experience.

They finally found an ad for a restaurant that’s
about fifteen minutes from our house.

I went to the Old-Timey Ice Cream Parlour
for Rowley’s last birthday party, and that

experience may have PERMANENTLY ruined ice
cream for me.

WANTED!

Seeking motivated individuals

to join the team at the

OLD-TIMEY

ICE CREAM

PARLOUR!

Old-Timey Tobias

30

They have this one dessert on the menu called the
“Feeding Trough,” which is FORTY scoops of

ice cream all in one long tray. And when you mix
different flavors of ice cream together, it just

turns into gray slop.

The Old-Timey Ice Cream Parlour is one of those
places where the whole staff comes to your table

to sing for your birthday. That makes me really
uncomfortable, because it’s pretty obvious they’d

rather be doing ANYTHING else.

SMACK

GOBBLE

SMACK

GOBBLE

IT’S YOUR BIRTHDAY
AND WE’RE HERE TO SAY

WE HOPE YOUR DAY IS DANDY

IN AN OLD-FASHIONED WAY

31

Rodrick had an interview at the restaurant earlier
in the week, and believe it or not, he got the

job. Saturday was his first night of work, and
Mom thought it would be a good idea for the rest

of us to surprise Rodrick and cheer him on.

But when we got to the restaurant, we couldn’t
find him anywhere. Mom was pretty worried, but

eventually we found him out back.

Mom wasn’t happy that Rodrick was on trash duty,
and she gave the manager a piece of her mind.

TOSS

32

But the manager said Rodrick was an “entry level”
employee and that everyone who works at the

restaurant has to pay their dues.

I’m pretty sure Rodrick was hoping we’d all just
go home and leave him alone after that, but Mom

wanted to stick around. And when Rodrick went
on his fifteen-minute break, we hung out with him

in the employee lounge.

Rodrick spent the rest of the night taking the
trash from the kitchen out to the Dumpster,

and I guess Mom wanted to see him one more
time before we left. So she told our waiter it was

Manny’s birthday, and the waiter called the whole
staff to our table.

EMPLOYEES
MUST WASH
THEIR HAND

CHEW
CHEW

33

But I wish Mom didn’t go and do that, because
there’s something about the smell of garbage juice

that really ruins your appetite.

Monday

Lately, Mom’s been trying to get Grandpa to
tell us kids about what life was like when HE was

growing up.

Grandpa says that when he was young they didn’t
have televisions or anything like that, so kids

spent most of their time outdoors playing games
like Kick the Can.

...AND IF YOU’RE FEELIN’ HUNGRY
YOU’RE AT THE PERFECT PLACE
NOW JUST BLOW OUT THAT CANDLE
SO YOU CAN STUFF YER FACE!

34

Grown-ups are ALWAYS talking about playing
Kick the Can. One time me and Rowley actually

gave it a try to see what the big deal was, but we
quit after about thirty seconds.

Dad says when he was a kid, he and his best
friend, Giles, would just use their imaginations and

play all day in the woods.

WANNA GO
INSIDE AND
PLAY TWISTED
WIZARD?

YEAH.

TWANG

THWOK

35

Well, me and Rowley tried using OUR imaginations
once, but Rowley’s dad put an end to it before we

could even get going.

Dad said today’s parents are overprotective, and
that when he was a kid, he and Giles roamed free

and never even bothered to tell their parents
where they were going.

But Mom said it was a lot SAFER back in those
days, and now it’s too dangerous for kids to be off

on their own without adult supervision. Dad said
that might be true, but kids like me and Rowley

need to learn how to PROTECT ourselves.

ROWLEY JEFFERSON!
YOU PUT DOWN
THAT STICK RIGHT
THIS INSTANT!

36

Dad said when he was in middle school, he and Giles
buried stuff all over town so that if they ever got

cornered, they could fight their way out.

But Grandpa had a different version of things. He
said Dad and Giles raided the kitchen drawer for

silverware, and THAT’S what they stashed all over
the neighborhood.

FWOOSH
FWOOSH

PAT
PAT

37

When Dad’s mother realized her forks and knives
were missing, she made the boys dig them all up

and bring them BACK.

After that, Dad and Giles got their hands on
some PLASTIC utensils. But they got into an

argument over whether or not a spork could be
used for self-defense, and things turned ugly.

Giles told his mother what Dad did and showed
her the spork marks to prove it. I guess those

must’ve been different times, because Giles’s mom
bent Dad over her knee and SPANKED him.

SHRIEEKK!!!

POKE

38

See, that’s the problem with putting too much stock
in the old days. You remember all the GOOD stuff,

but you forget about the time you got spanked by
your best friend’s mom.

Wednesday

I guess I thought Grandpa would live with
us for a little while and then find a place that

was cheaper than Leisure Towers. But now I’m
starting to worry that it’s PERMANENT.

And that’s not a good thing, because I’m not
sure how much longer I can be Manny’s roommate.

SCREAM!!!

39

For one thing, it’s not dignified to share a room
with a person who doesn’t wear pants after dinner.

And Grandpa’s almost just as bad. When he moved
out of Leisure Towers, his girlfriend, Darlene,

broke up with him. Lately, he’s been moping
around the house in a bathrobe, which means I

can’t really have friends over.

TRA LA LA LA
LA LA LA!

40

I figure the sooner Grandpa’s back in the game,
the sooner he moves out. So I’ve been showing

Grandpa how to do online dating to help him
break out of his funk.

I think I’ve created a MONSTER, though. Now
Grandpa’s on the computer twenty-four hours a

day, and he’s got at LEAST fifty relationships
going simultaneously.

Don’t even ask me how he keeps track of who’s who.

Belinda

has sent

you a wink

Martha

likes your

profile

picture

Sylvie

likes your

knock-

knock joke

Bethany

would like

to meet

you

Tiffany

has sent

you a

poke

Marjorie

thinks you

are nice

41

Things are starting to turn around for Rodrick,
too. He told Mom he got a promotion at work, so

of course tonight we had to pile into the car to
go show him our support.

I’m not sure if I’d call Rodrick’s new position a
PROMOTION, though. They’ve got him dressing

up as Old-Timey Tobias, the restaurant’s mascot.

Apparently the guy who had the job LAST got
fired for being seen without his head on. And

I’m guessing when it comes to mascots, that’s a
HUGE no-no.

SCREAM!!!

42

Old-Timey Tobias is supposed to walk around the
restaurant and go from table to table making

little kids happy. But as far as I can tell, he has
the OPPOSITE effect.

In fact, kids seem to really HATE Old-Timey
Tobias. When we got there tonight, Rodrick was

getting it from every side.

SPLAT

GLOP

KICK

43

Rodrick told Mom that his manager warned him
if he was ever caught without his Tobias head on,

he’d be fired on the spot.

Luckily, one of the eyes on the costume’s head
comes out, which is the only way Rodrick was

able to stay hydrated.

I’m starting to wonder if the guy who had the
job dressing up as Old-Timey Tobias got fired

on PURPOSE.

If I had to bet on how long Rodrick lasts, I’d
give him two weeks, tops.

SLURP

44

Friday

All the buzz at school has been about this big
trip to Hardscrabble Farms that’s coming up

next month.

When you get to my grade, the whole class goes on
a weeklong trip to this place where you sleep in log

cabins and learn about nature and hard work.

I’m sure it’s a blast if you’re into that sort of
thing, but I’ve already decided I’m gonna be

the one kid who stays BACK when everybody
else heads off on the trip.

45

And while the REST of my classmates are sweating
it out in the woods, I’ll be in the school library

enjoying all the comforts of the modern world.

Mom’s been trying to get me to change my mind
because she thinks I’ll regret not going.

I really doubt that’s gonna happen, though. I’ve
heard horror stories from kids who went away to

Hardscrabble Farms, and I remember the letters
Rodrick sent home when HE went there.

AAAHHH!

FWOOSH

Help

help

get me

out of

here.

Help

help

get me

out of

here.

Help

help

get

me

out

of

here.

46

In fact, Rodrick seemed kind of traumatized by
the whole experience. When he got back from the

trip he crawled into bed and stayed there for an
entire weekend.

Today was the deadline for picking who you
wanted to room with, and at lunch everyone was

scrambling to get into a good cabin. I was glad I
already decided I wasn’t going, because I really

didn’t want to deal with all that drama.

I felt a little bad for Rowley because he was
counting on bunking with ME. When I told him I

wasn’t going on the trip, he went around seeing if
anyone had an opening in their cabin.

SHUDDER
SHUDDER

CHEW
CHEW

47

But by the end of the lunch period, things weren’t
looking good for him.

I can’t really worry about Rowley, though, because
I’ve got my OWN problems to deal with.

Monday, Mom and Dad got a letter from the
school saying they had to come in for a special

parent-teacher conference.

I’ve been worried sick all week because I
thought I must’ve forgotten to cross Frew’s

name off of one of my homework assignments
and I was in trouble.

But that wasn’t it at ALL.

48

The reason the school asked Mom and Dad to
come in was to tell them that my homework

grades have improved so much, they’re putting
me in harder classes.

Well, I’m sure Frew will appreciate having more
challenging homework, but he can’t be there to

help me during TESTS. So unless I can figure
out a way to sneak him into school, I’m never

gonna pass.

When Mom and Dad came home from the parent-
teacher conference, Mom said we needed to

celebrate the “good news.”

49

Of course THAT meant going to the Old-Timey
Ice Cream Parlour.

I was getting a little sick of spending every
night at Rodrick’s work, and I think Grandpa

was feeling the same way. He told Mom ice cream
makes his gums hurt and he was gonna stay home

this time around.

I tried using the same excuse, but Mom was
dead set on us going.

When we got to the restaurant, though, Rodrick
was nowhere to be found. The manager told Mom

that Rodrick never showed up for work.

50

That sent Mom into a PANIC, and we got back
in the van to go look for him. We drove all over

the place, and we finally found Rodrick walking
along the side of the highway.

TRUDGE

TRUDGE

When we pulled over, Rodrick got in the van and
explained what happened. He said there was a

traffic jam on the highway and he was gonna be
late for work. So he got into the car-pool lane,

where he could go a lot FASTER.

But the rule for the car-pool lane is that you
have to have at least TWO people in your vehicle.

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So Rodrick made it look like Old-Timey Tobias was
sitting next to him in the passenger seat.

Unfortunately, some eagle-eyed cop pulled him over.

LÖDED

DIPER

CAR-POOL
LANE

POLICE

The cop wasn’t amused and gave Rodrick a ticket
for one hundred dollars. Then he found all sorts

of things wrong with the van, like a broken
taillight and an expired inspection sticker.

After that, the cop had Rodrick’s van towed
and left him stranded on the side of the road. So

Rodrick was a HUGE target for all the kids who
were stuck in the traffic jam.

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SPLAT

GLOP

Mom told Dad to drive home so she could throw
Rodrick’s costume in the washing machine. But

when we got to our street, there were cars
parked up and down on both sides.

There were even cars parked on our LAWN, which
was pretty strange.

We had to park the van at the bottom of the
hill and walk up the street. When we finally got

to our yard, you could hear loud music coming from
the house.

And when we opened the front door, there was a
RAGING party going on inside.

CLINK

We had to push through the crowd to find
Grandpa, who was out back in our old hot tub.

And from the look of things, he was having the
time of his LIFE.

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Dad kicked everyone out of the house, which
took FOREVER, mostly because no one was in a

big hurry to leave.

When everyone was gone, Dad lit into Grandpa
for having a party.

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Grandpa said he didn’t PLAN on having a party.
He said he tried to invite ONE lady from his

dating site over to watch a movie, but he must’ve
accidentally hit “send all.” And then everyone

showed up at once.

Dad was really mad, but it must’ve been awkward
for him to come up with a punishment for his

own father.

I guess he couldn’t think of anything better, so
he just put Grandpa in time-out.

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I wish we had done a better job of clearing out
the party guests when we got home, though,

because there were a few stragglers in Manny’s
room who didn’t poke their heads out until they

thought the coast was clear.

SHRIEEEK!

Tuesday

Ever since Grandpa had his party, Dad hasn’t
been willing to leave him home alone. And when

DAD can’t be there to watch him, he makes one
of US do it.

Grandpa’s supposed to sit in time-out for an
hour a day to work off his punishment, but

he likes to do that in front of the television
instead of in the corner.

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So if you’re on Grandpa duty, you have to watch
whatever HE wants to watch.

UP YOUR NOSE
WITH A RUBBER
HOSE!

HAW, HAW,
HAW!

But during the school day, Grandpa is home
ALONE, and I think Dad’s nervous there’s

gonna be another party.

So he went out and bought one of those webcams
to make sure there isn’t any funny business going

on while he’s at work.

I don’t know where he PUT it, exactly. But what
I DO know is that he’s not just using it to keep

an eye on GRANDPA.

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GET YOUR
FEET OFF THE
COFFEE TABLE.

I’m all for technology, but not when it’s used
AGAINST me. I don’t like having a camera in

the house, because nowadays there are cameras
everywhere you turn.

And if you ever do something embarrassing in a
public place, trust me, it’s gonna get recorded.

SECURITY

DIG

But the worst thing is cell phone cameras, because
nowadays EVERYBODY’S got one.

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Last summer when I was getting out of the
town pool, my bathing suit fell down a little and

everyone saw it happen.

FLASH

FLASH

And before I even dried off, the pictures were
posted all over the Internet.

Carla

Saw this at the

town pool today!

24 likes

Nancy

This kid really

“cracked” me up!

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These days you can even get in trouble for taking
a picture of YOURSELF. A few months ago we

went to brunch after church, and when we left
the restaurant, I felt like I might have spinach

in my teeth.

I wasn’t anywhere near a mirror, so I borrowed
Mom’s cell phone to take a picture of myself, just

to make sure.

FLASH

But some lady in front of me thought I was
taking a photo of HER, and she wouldn’t let

us leave until she looked through the pictures on
Mom’s phone to make sure I HADN’T.

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Now that I think of it, that might’ve been
what started Mom on this electronics-free idea

to begin with.

Speaking of which, Mom got all the signatures
she needed to take her petition to Town Hall.

The way she GOT them was by intercepting all
the partygoers as they were leaving our house

the other night.

After Mom took the petition to Town Hall, the
leaders had a vote and made it official. So this

Saturday, the whole town is going to voluntarily
unplug for the weekend.

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Mom’s made it her mission to get the word out to
as many people as possible. I’m trying to keep a

low profile until this whole thing is over, but Mom
hasn’t been making it easy.

I think cutting ourselves off from the outside
world is a bad idea. If there’s a zombie apocalypse

or something big like that, we’re gonna be the
LAST ones to know.

Friday

As part of this electronics-free weekend,
everyone’s supposed to come down to the town park

tomorrow for a voluntary cleanup.

But it’s gonna take a lot more than one afternoon
to make a dent in THAT mess.

These days, the park looks like something out of
a movie where there’s been a nuclear war.

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The park used to be NICE, but things went
downhill when the town ran out of money.

The main reason was because they voted to build a
one-way “cell phone only” path through the park,

since half the time people on the REGULAR
path weren’t watching where they were going.

WAAUGH!

BUMP

So all the money that was supposed to go to
regular cleanup went to this new path for people

who wanted to use their electronic devices while
they walked.

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But the project got too expensive, and they had
to cancel it before they finished the footbridge

over the creek.

YELP!

The park got really run-down after that, and
families stopped coming once teenagers took over.

So if the people organizing this cleanup are smart,
the first thing they’ll do is find an exterminator

that specializes in teenagers.

Saturday

I have no idea what time I woke up this morning,
because the clock on Manny’s dresser was unplugged.

In fact, EVERYTHING in the house was
unplugged, which goes to show that Mom was

taking this electronics-free thing pretty literally.

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The next thing I noticed was that there were a
LOT of people out walking in the neighborhood.

So I guess everyone had decided to get into the
“old-time” spirit.

I was planning on just relaxing and reading
comic books on the couch all day, but Dad said I

should take advantage of all the “foot traffic.”

He said when HE was a kid, he and Giles opened
a lemonade stand and earned enough money to buy

them each a new skateboard. I said I thought a
lemonade stand was a GREAT idea.

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Dad surprised me by handing over twenty dollars in
“seed money” to help me get started.

I knew I was gonna need a business partner,
so I called Rowley and told him to come down.

I figured we’d get going by looking up the
recipe for lemonade on the Internet, but Mom

had hidden the power cord to the computer. I
was a little embarrassed to ask Dad, so me and

Rowley decided to wing it.

I knew we’d need lemons for sure, so we rode our
bikes down to the convenience store and bought

out their whole supply.

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When we got back home, we didn’t know the exact
number of lemons to put in the pitcher. So we

went on the high side just to be safe.

PLOP

I was pretty sure the only other ingredient for
lemonade besides water is SUGAR, but we didn’t

know how much of THAT we were supposed to use,
either. So we just eyeballed it.

SPLOOSH

I thought after that we were pretty much good
to go, but then Dad came downstairs, saw what

we were doing, and told us we got it all wrong.

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Dad said that, first of all, the GREEN lemons
we bought were actually LIMES, so we had to

get rid of those.

Then he said that to make lemonade we needed to
cut the lemons in HALF and SQUEEZE them

into the water. Which would’ve been nice to know
at the beginning.

But Rowley was too scared to cut the lemons because
he said they’d make his eyes water. I told him he

was getting lemons confused with ONIONS.

He wasn’t budging, though, and I knew I had
to do something about it or he wouldn’t help out.

So I dug around in the garage until I found a
mask Rowley could cover his eyes with.

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Once Rowley calmed down, we started cutting the
lemons, which was a LOT harder than I thought

it would be.

When I sliced into the FIRST lemon, I got a
shot of juice right in my eye.

SCREAM!!!

It stung like CRAZY, and I could barely see.
Rowley took the snorkel out of his mouth and

started in with the whole “I told you so” stuff,
but I didn’t wanna hear it.

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After I got my vision back, we squeezed all of
our lemons into the water and set up our stand

on the sidewalk.

LEMONADE

STIR
STIR

LEMONADE

A few people stopped by, but it was just to
criticize everything we were doing. One lady told

us we needed to stir the lemonade to mix the
sugar in better. But even after we did THAT, she

wouldn’t make a purchase.

Another guy who tasted our lemonade complained
that it was too SWEET.

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The next few people said the same thing. So I
dumped out half the pitcher and added more water.

But people didn’t like where I GOT it from.

BLUB

BLUB

LEMONADE

LEMONADE

FWOOSH

One guy had a problem with the fact that we
were using the same glass for every customer,

even though I explained to him that we were
rinsing it out after every use.

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We got tired of sitting out in the hot sun and
decided our lemonade stand would work just as well

as a self-serve business. So we put out a jar where
people could pay for what they drank.

But the second you set up an honor system,
somebody’s gotta go and ruin it for EVERYONE.

HEY!

GLUG
GLUG

LEMONADE

We realized we were just gonna have to suck it up
and man the lemonade stand full-time. So we got

another glass from the kitchen cabinet and headed
back outside.

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I started to notice that the people walking UP
the hill looked a lot thirstier than the people

walking DOWN it. So we posted a new pricing
policy to take full advantage.

50¢

a glass

$1.00

a glass

TIP$

A couple of people thought our jar was for
TIPS, and they dropped in some loose change.

After that, we started pushing the tips,
because any money we brought in that way was

100% profit.

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I was starting to feel good about things until a
kid named Cedric Cunningham set up his OWN

lemonade stand a few houses down.

And it was pretty obvious he had help from his
parents, because HIS stand made ours look like

a JOKE.

See, this is the problem when you have an original
idea. Five seconds later you’ve got a million copycats.

I’m a professional, though, and I wasn’t gonna
take a little competition personally. So I offered

Cedric two bucks to take his lemonade stand
down, and he agreed to it.

ICE-COLD

LEMONADE

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But a minute later, he set up his stand again,
this time directly across the street from us.

I was getting pretty annoyed, because we were
running out of lemonade and I knew Dad wasn’t

gonna give us any more money for ingredients.

That’s when I realized if we sold WATER
instead of lemonade, we would save ourselves a lot

of hassle.

Plus, it was pretty obvious Cedric had cornered
the lemonade market, ESPECIALLY after he

put up his new sign.

ICE-COLD

LEMONADE

HeLp me bUy
medicine for
my sick kitty

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But I knew if we were gonna sell water, it would
have to seem extra-special to get people to PAY

for it. So I came up with an awesome-sounding
name, and then I filled Manny’s baby pool with

water so we wouldn’t run out for a while.

If we were gonna call this stuff “fitness
water,” we’d have to let people know it actually

WORKED. So I had Rowley do some jumping
jacks and push-ups in front of our stand.

NRG

FITNESS
WATER

FWOOSH

WHEEZE!

NRG

FITNESS
WATER

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The problem is, Rowley’s not in the best shape, so
it was a bad look for our company.

Luckily, a guy who was actually in shape came up
the hill right after that, and I offered to pay

him a few bucks if he told everyone he got that
way by drinking our NRG Fitness Water.

But I guess he had better things to do, because
he told us he wasn’t interested.

GASP!

NRG

FITNESS
WATER

NRG

FITNESS
WATER

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Unfortunately, a guy walking DOWN the hill
overheard us, and he said he’d be HAPPY to

endorse our product.

Not to be mean or anything, but this guy definitely
did not have the look we were after.

So to make him go away, I paid him three bucks
to tell people he DIDN’T drink our stuff.

I realized we were still competing for beverage
dollars with the kid across the street and that if

we were gonna make any REAL money, we needed
to move our operation to a whole new market.

And I knew just the place: the town park.

NRG

FITNESS
WATER

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With the big cleanup going on down there,
I figured there would be a TON of thirsty

volunteers. So me and Rowley loaded up a wagon
with as much of our product as we could carry

and headed down the hill.

Halfway to the park, Rowley said he was dehydrated
and needed a drink. I didn’t wanna stop, but he

looked like he was gonna pass out. So I let him
take a bottle and made a note to dock his pay

later on.

SLOSH

SLOSH

GUZZLE
GUZZLE

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When we got down to the park, it seemed like the
whole TOWN was there. Everyone was working

really hard, and it was pretty hot out.

As a BONUS, the water fountain was broken,
which meant people didn’t have any real options for

quenching their thirst. So me and Rowley knew we
were gonna make a KILLING selling our stuff.

Unfortunately, Mom spotted us right away and
asked what we were up to.

I told her we were gonna sell our fitness water to
anyone who was willing to shell out a few bucks.

SMACK

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But Mom said it was “tacky” to profit off a bunch
of volunteers who were sacrificing their Saturday

to clean up the park. I told her everybody
who drank our water would be able to volunteer

TWICE as hard, and the whole cleanup would go
a lot quicker.

While me and Mom were arguing about this, the
ladies who were working on the flower bed totally

raided our supplies.

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And before we could do anything about it, they
had poured our whole inventory of fitness water

into the ground like it was just some cheap junk.

I did a quick calculation and figured that was
at least two hundred dollars in lost profits

seeping into the ground. But those ladies just
went right back to their planting like it was no

big deal.

Still, it wasn’t too late for me and Rowley to
turn this thing around. We gathered up the

empty bottles and headed down to the creek
for a refill.

GLUG
GLUG

BLUB

BLUB

GLUB
GLUB

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Mom stepped in our way. She told me and Rowley
she wanted us to help the volunteers with the

cleanup, and handed us some lawn tools to get
started.

I explained that we were BUSINESSMEN and
REAL businessmen don’t work for free. But before

I was even done talking, Rowley was on his hands
and knees planting perennials.

I knew I had to get out of there as quickly as
possible or I’D get roped in, too. But Mom was

one step ahead of me.

She said when I was little she used to take me
to the park every day, and that those were her

most special memories of the two of us.

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She told me if we DIDN’T clean the park,
OTHER moms wouldn’t be able to have the same

kinds of precious moments with THEIR kids.

See, Mom knows EXACTLY how to get to me.
And that’s the reason I found myself raking leaves

for FREE instead of making a truckload of money.

The rake Mom gave me was a piece of junk, though,
but when I asked for a new one, she said everybody

was doing their best with what they had.

It took me a half hour to scrape together a measly
pile of leaves, and then a bunch of little kids came

tearing through it and undid all my hard work.

SNIFFLE

86

Don’t ask me why people brought their little kids
to the park cleanup, because they were no help

at ALL. In fact, they were CONSTANTLY
getting into trouble.

At one point a bunch of them were playing in a
pile of fertilizer, and someone had to chase them

out of there.

WHEEEEEEEE!

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The whole park cleanup effort was TOTALLY
disorganized. Nobody was really in charge, so it

was just complete CHAOS.

Things got even CRAZIER when a bus pulled
into the parking lot and a bunch of teenagers in

orange jumpsuits filed out.

RIP

TRIP

STEP

COMMUNITY SERVICE

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Apparently these guys were bused in to serve
their punishment for committing crimes like

shoplifting and vandalism. And if I had to guess,
I’d say a few of them were directly responsible

for the graffiti on the playground equipment.

The community service guys were more interested
in goofing off than pitching in. And some

of the stuff they were doing was downright
DANGEROUS.

But right when it seemed like it couldn’t get any
worse, a bunch of vans rolled into the parking

lot and an entire Girl Scout troop poured out of
the vehicles.

CLANK

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And it looked like they meant BUSINESS.

Within ten minutes, they had organized everyone
at the park cleanup into separate teams, with a

Girl Scout in charge of each one.

My team was responsible for raking leaves in the
playground area, and the girl in charge of my

group was a Brownie.

It was a little embarrassing, but to be honest
with you, I was HAPPY the Girl Scouts came in

and whipped everybody into shape.

Every time I’ve seen the Girl Scouts get involved
with a project, I’ve been IMPRESSED.

A few months ago, the town wanted to build a
community garden, but nobody could get their act

together and the project fizzled out.

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But then the Girl Scouts swooped in and built the
whole thing on a Sunday afternoon.

I’ll tell you this: If you put a group of boys my
age in charge of something like that, nothing

good would come of it. ESPECIALLY if there
were power tools involved.

COMMUNITY GARDEN

RRRRRR

FWOOSH

THWOK

THWOK

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Even though they were at the town park to work,
the Girl Scouts weren’t gonna let an opportunity

to do some fundraising pass them by. They set
up a stand to sell cookies, and one of their first

customers was MOM. So I guess she’d changed
her mind about people selling stuff to volunteers.

I was glad the Girl Scouts were running the show,
but they were working us HARD. After an hour of

raking, I was worn out and wanted to go home.
But it was clear they weren’t letting ANYONE

go until the last leaf was bagged.

Another person in my group who seemed a little
worn out was my Homework Buddy, Frew.

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OTHER people figured out how smart Frew is,
and a bunch of grown-ups started bugging him

for stuff they’d usually get from their PHONES.

I noticed that every half hour, the Girl Scouts
rotated from group to group. So during a

changing of the guard, I saw my opportunity
and TOOK it.

FREW! HOW’S

THE STOCK
MARKET

TRENDING?

FREW! WHAT’S
THE WEATHER

FORECAST
FOR THIS
WEEKEND?

FREW! HAVE
ANY CATS DONE

ANYTHING
AMUSING
TODAY?

I knew EXACTLY where I was headed, too:
the creek.

When I was on the swim team in first grade,
Dad used to drop me off at the town pool every

day. But the MINUTE he drove away, I’d
run down to the creek and catch minnows until

practice was over.

I’d always make sure I got back to the pool before
Dad came to pick me up, and I’d jump in at the

last second so it looked like I’d been swimming
the whole time.

HOP

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But once, Dad came EARLY to watch me practice,
and I guess I got carried away catching minnows.

So I ended up getting to the pool AFTER Dad,
and I got busted.

Today, I figured I’d just take a quick breather
down by the creek and then get back to work.

But thirty seconds after I got there, I heard
somebody crashing through the bushes.

It turns out Frew had seen me take off from the
playground, and he FOLLOWED me.

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Frew said he couldn’t handle all the pestering from
the grown-ups a second longer, and when he saw

me leave he thought I had the right idea.

While we were talking, we heard something BIG
coming our way. I thought it might be a BEAR,

but I was pretty shocked to see that it was one
of the community service guys.

PANT,
PANT.

CRASH

CRASH

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In fact, I KNEW this guy. His name was Billy
Rotner, and he used to hang out in our basement

when Rodrick’s band practiced.

A month or so ago, I heard Rodrick telling one
of his friends that Billy got caught stealing a pack

of sour gummy worms at the convenience store.

I really wasn’t happy this guy had followed me
to my hiding spot. I told Billy he should go

back to the park before he got us ALL in trouble.

BUMP

CHIPS

SORRY WE’RE

CLOSED

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But Billy said he was making a run for it and
was NEVER going back to community service.

Then Billy started blubbering about how when he
was little his mom bought a pack of sour gummy

worms for him and his brother to share, but his
brother wouldn’t give him a single worm and ate

the whole pack.

Billy said the only reason he stole from the
convenience store was so he could finally have a

pack of sour gummy worms all to HIMSELF.

CHEW

CHEW

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I was getting really uncomfortable listening to
this guy go on and on, and I was hoping Frew

would help me talk some sense into him.

But then Frew started with a speech of his OWN.

Frew started talking about how his parents make
him get up at 5:00 in the morning six days a week

to study for the geography bee, and how he’s
never gotten to play laser tag because his parents

say it’s a waste of time.

This was all getting to be a little much for me, and
I decided I’d rather be raking leaves than listening

to these guys tell their sob stories.

BEEP
BEEP
BEEP
BEEP

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So I started heading back to the playground.
But all of a sudden that Brownie appeared out of

nowhere and TOTALLY caught me off guard.

My instincts kicked in and I RAN. Frew and
Billy saw me take off, and they were right on

my heels.

But the Brownie was carrying a WHISTLE, and
the next thing I knew, the whole Girl Scout

troop was in hot pursuit.

I started to run FASTER when I realized
me and Frew might get in serious trouble for

harboring a fugitive.

HEY!

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I didn’t know if the Girl Scouts actually had
the authority to ARREST anyone, but I wasn’t

gonna stick around to find out.

For all I knew, that was something they needed
to do to earn one of their badges.

Once the chase was on, Billy took the lead, and
me and Frew just followed HIM. It was pretty

obvious he’d had experience with this kind of thing,
because he seemed to know what he was doing.

TWEET

SPLASH

SPLASH

SPLISH

SPLISH

SPLASH

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After a while we were able to put some distance
between ourselves and the Girl Scouts, and we

could barely hear the whistle. So we stopped for
a minute to catch our breath.

Billy said we were gonna need our energy to stay
ahead of the Girl Scouts.

GASP
GASP

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Then he took out a few rolls of Thin Mints that
were tucked away in his jumpsuit and split them up

between us.

I’m just gonna assume he PAID for those cookies,
because if he DIDN’T, I don’t wanna know.

After we fueled up on cookies, Billy said we
should all ditch our CLOTHES, because if they

used DOGS to track us, we could throw them
off our trail.

GOBBLE

CHOMP

CHEW

GOBBLE

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Then it dawned on me that if this guy couldn’t
get away with stealing a pack of sour gummy

worms, he was probably the LAST person I
should be taking this kind of advice from.

I realized I’d made a HUGE mistake and started
looking for a way out of the situation. So I told

the guys we should split up, saying if we DID,
we’d be harder to catch.

But Frew said we should stick TOGETHER.

He said we could travel around the country and
have crazy adventures, and maybe even join the

circus somewhere along the way.

HONK

HONK

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Billy seemed to like that idea, too. Then the two
of them started arguing over who should get the

money for the movie rights to our story if we ever
became famous.

I decided to use the opportunity to try and slip
away. But when I turned to leave, a group of

vans appeared out of NOWHERE.

Mom was in the lead van, and the Girl Scouts were
in the vehicles right behind her.

There was a second there when I thought Frew
might try to make a last-ditch attempt to escape.

RUMBLE

RUMBLE

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But after all his big talk about life on the run, he
totally fell to pieces.

I thought Mom would be really mad, but she
seemed RELIEVED. She wanted to know what I

was thinking, running away like that.

I figured Billy was going down no matter WHAT.
And there was no use in all THREE of us getting

in trouble. So I pinned the whole thing on HIM.

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I guess I feel a little bad. But to be fair, stealing
the Thin Mints was HIS idea.

I don’t know how much community service they’re
gonna tack on to Billy’s sentence. But by the time

he’s DONE, I plan to be attending a college
halfway across the country.

The craziest thing of all was the way Mom found
us in the FIRST place.

When she got that GPS chip for the PIG, she
got one for ME, too. So I’ve been walking around

with one of those things attached to my shoelace
for the past two months without even knowing it.

ZOOM

COMMUNITY

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And when I disappeared from the park, Mom
used her PHONE to figure out where I was.

Now’s not the time to complain about Mom being
overprotective, though. Because if she hadn’t come

to my rescue, I might’ve ended up in a traveling
circus with Frew and Billy.

But still, so much for Mom going “electronics-free.”

PET TRACKER

Gregory

5 feet

Town p

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OCTOBER

Friday

If Dad was on my case BEFORE, he’s a hundred
times worse NOW.

After the town park incident last weekend, it’s
pretty obvious he thinks I can’t be trusted.

And whenever he’s home, he likes to have me and
Grandpa in the same room so he can keep an eye

on BOTH of us.

I wish I never knew about the webcam, though,
because it’s got me really paranoid. There could

actually be MULTIPLE cameras in the house.

I’m pretty sure there’s one in Manny’s stuffed
duck, because its eyes seem to follow me.

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If there’s NOT a camera in there, then I’ve
been making a pretty big fool out of myself the

past few days.

Luckily, Mom took Dad to the airport to go
on a business trip this morning, and I know he

can’t monitor me the whole time he’s away. Still,
I’ve been extra careful not to screw up, just in

case he’s got one of those webcams recording to a
hard drive somewhere.

This morning when I was brushing my teeth, I
made sure to put the toothpaste cap back on the

tube the way Dad always tells me.

But my fingers were slippery, and I dropped the
cap in the sink.

I KNOW

YOU ARE

WATCHING

ME

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It bounced around a few times, then it went
right down the drain.

I knew that the SECOND Dad got home from
his trip he’d go to the upstairs bathroom to make

sure the cap was on the toothpaste. So I had to
get it BACK.

The first thing I did was try and fish the cap
out of the drain with a cotton swab. But all I

managed to pull up was a bunch of hair and
other gunk.

OOPS!

DINK

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And now that I know what’s in people’s sinks, I
guarantee you I’ll never be a plumber.

I figured I probably pushed the toothpaste cap
even FARTHER down the drain with that cotton

swab, so I opened the cabinet under the sink to
see if I could figure out where it ended up.

I knew Dad had a bunch of do-it-yourself books
on plumbing in the basement, and I figured

there’d be some step-by-step instructions to show
exactly how to fix this sort of thing.

I couldn’t make heads or tails of the diagrams
in the book, so I took my best shot at it.

There was a plastic tube underneath the sink,
and I figured the toothpaste cap must be

somewhere inside.

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So I loosened the nut that held the tube to the
metal pipe, and the tube came out pretty easily.

I guess I was supposed to turn off a valve or
something, though, because the next thing I

knew, water was spraying out all over the place.

It took me a minute to figure out how to shut
off the valve, and by the time I did, there was a

huge puddle on the floor.

GAAAAH!

SPRAY

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I soaked up as much water as I could with the
towels that were in the bathroom. Then I ran

down the stairs to get some more out of the
laundry room.

But when I got down to the kitchen, I realized
I had a BIGGER problem.

I told Grandpa where the water was coming
from, but he didn’t seem too concerned. He said

the only REAL damage would be a water stain on
the kitchen ceiling.

I’m glad Grandpa thought it was no big deal,
but I’m sure Dad would see the situation

DIFFERENTLY.

SPLOOSH

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I begged Grandpa to help me out of this mess,
and he told me he would. Grandpa said there’s a

special kind of paint that covers up water stains,
and he’d take me to the hardware store to get it.

That sounded GREAT. He grabbed Dad’s keys
and we got in the car. But when we backed out of

the driveway, Grandpa clipped a trash can.

I wasn’t too concerned, but when we hit a
neighbor’s MAILBOX, I started to get worried.

I realized I couldn’t remember the last time I was
in a car with Grandpa at the wheel. And all of a

sudden it hit me: Last year, Grandpa failed his
driver’s test, so they took away his LICENSE.

BUMP

RRRRR

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He hasn’t been allowed to drive since.

I was really nervous, so I told Grandpa maybe
we should go back home. But now that he was on

the open road, there was no turning back.

By the time we got out of our neighborhood, he
seemed to be getting the hang of it. But I was

still pretty worried when we got on the ramp for
the highway.

Luckily, there weren’t a lot of people driving at
that time of day, and the hardware store was

only a few miles away.

YEE-HAW!

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The weird thing was, all of the signs along the
side of the road were facing the wrong way, which

was really confusing.

When I saw two cars coming toward us, I
realized that somehow Grandpa had taken

the EXIT ramp instead of the ENTRANCE
ramp, and we were headed in the WRONG

DIRECTION.

SCREECH

HONK

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Grandpa slammed on the brakes, and the
car did a 180 before coming to a stop in the

breakdown lane. It’s a MIRACLE we didn’t
get hit, and our near-death experience really

shook both of us up.

Suddenly a water stain on the kitchen ceiling
didn’t seem like such a big deal anymore. Me and

Grandpa agreed we should just go back home and
call it a day.

At least NOW we were headed in the right
direction. But when Grandpa put the car in drive,

it rolled a few feet, then conked out.

SPUTTER
SPUTTER

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At first I thought something must’ve happened
to the car when Grandpa slammed on the brakes,

but when I looked at the dashboard, I realized
we were out of GAS.

Rodrick used the car last night when he went to
work, and of COURSE he didn’t refuel it.

Grandpa saw a sign ahead that said there was a
service station a mile up the road, and he told me

he was gonna walk there and bring back a can of
gas so we could get home.

I wanted to go WITH him, but he said I
should stay in the car so it didn’t get towed by

the highway department. I didn’t feel great
about the whole idea, but I figured it was the

only choice I had.

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Grandpa headed off on foot, and I waited for
what must’ve been an HOUR. I was starting to

get a little worried, and then I looked up at the
rearview mirror and saw something in the distance.

A group of people were walking toward the car
along the side of the road. At first I was

excited, because I thought they might be able to
HELP. But when I saw their orange jumpsuits,

I FROZE.

It was the community service gang, and they
were coming my way.

When they got closer, I saw that one of them
was that guy BILLY. I thought about making

a run for it, but I didn’t want to take my
chances out in the open.

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I did the only other thing I could think of,
which was to lock the doors and HIDE. There

aren’t a whole lot of good hiding places in a CAR,
though, so the best I could do was get down

underneath the dashboard and stay really still.

Then I held my breath and prayed. It took
FOREVER for those guys to get to the car,

and when they finally DID, they decided it was a
good place to take their lunch break.

SLURP

MUNCH

CHEW
CHEW

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Eventually the community service crew finished
eating and moved on. But they left a huge mess,

which just goes to show, they weren’t taking
their highway cleanup duties too seriously.

Once I was sure they were gone, I got back up.
But BOTH of my legs had fallen asleep from being

in such an awkward position for that long, so I
grabbed the handle on the center console to pull

myself up.

But the handle MOVED, and when it did, so did
the CAR.

CRUNK

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I had accidentally shifted the car into
NEUTRAL, and it started to roll FORWARD.

The car was picking up speed, so I stepped on
the brake. But it locked up, and the car just

kept going. I was afraid I was gonna roll out
into traffic and get hit.

Then I saw GRANDPA walking toward me in the
breakdown lane, and I PANICKED.

ROLL

ROLL

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I jerked the steering wheel left and just
BARELY missed Grandpa. The problem was, the

car rolled right into a DITCH. And that’s where
it stayed until Mom came two hours later with the

towing company.

If I had to do it all over again, I would’ve just
left that toothpaste cap in the drain.

Monday

I BEGGED Mom not to tell Dad what happened
to the car when he got home.

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But she said since the fender was all banged up,
he’d find out ANYWAY.

I realized my only option was to get out of town.
And I thought of the PERFECT way to do it.

The class trip to Hardscrabble Farms starts today
and goes for a whole WEEK. I figure by the

time I get BACK, Dad will have cooled down, at
least a little.

So I told Mom I changed my mind about the
trip, and she was all excited.

She called the school to make sure I could still
go, and luckily there were a handful of spaces left

in the cabins.

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I went through my book bag and found the
packing list they sent home last month to check

what I needed to bring.

It was too late to go out and shop for all that
stuff. Luckily, Mom found Rodrick’s duffel bag in

the garage, which he had never unpacked from
when HE went on the trip a few years ago.

Inside were some hiking boots, a raincoat, a
canteen, bug spray, and a bunch of other things

on the list, which was great.

Hardscrabble Farms
Supply List

Bug spray
Hiking boots
Raincoat
Canteen
Day pack

Jeans
Plastic bag
Sunscreen
Toiletries
Wool socks

NO electronic devices
NO junk food

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But the bag REEKED because there was a half-
eaten ham sandwich in there, which had something

growing out of it.

I was a little worried about the food situation
at camp, and I was tempted to try and sneak

a few candy bars in. But I wasn’t sure what the
penalty was if you got CAUGHT, so I decided to

just hide them in my sock drawer so nobody would
eat them while I was gone.

I wasn’t willing to take any risks when it came to
my COMFORT, though.

I stuffed three whole containers of Freshies into
Rodrick’s bag, even though that meant I couldn’t

fit the raincoat.

SNIFF
SNIFF

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I buried the Freshies at the bottom of the bag
because I didn’t want Mom to know I was taking

them. Mom says baby wipes are too expensive for
everyone to use on a regular basis and they’re

reserved for MANNY.

See, this is the main reason I want to be rich
when I’m older. When I have a ton of money, I

can buy as many baby wipes as I WANT.

TOSS

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But until I have money of my own, I’ll have to
keep raiding Manny’s supply.

When I was just about ready to leave for the
trip, Grandpa gave me a book he said might come

in handy.

Grandpa said the book belonged to him as a kid,
and he gave it to Dad when HE was my age. Now

he wanted ME to have it.

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It looked a little outdated to me, but I didn’t
want to hurt Grandpa’s feelings. So I told him I’d

take it with me and read it the first chance I got.

There was JUST enough room to fit it in my
bag, and I figured the more stuff piled on top of

the Freshies, the better.

When Mom dropped me off at school this morning,
though, I realized I was SERIOUSLY unprepared

for this trip.

Essential

The

BOOK

FOR

YOUNG

LADS

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Everybody else had a TON of gear, and I felt
like I had underpacked.

After all our stuff was loaded onto the bus, the
bags took up at least half the space.

That meant we had to double up on seats, which
made the ride to Hardscrabble Farms feel a LOT

longer than it should’ve.

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When we finally got there and drove through
the main entrance, I was pretty relieved. But

the last stretch was BRUTAL because it was a
dirt road.

When we got off the bus, a group of kids
from another school was just leaving. And they

looked like they couldn’t be getting out of there
soon enough.

HARDSCRABBLE

FARMS

Old-fashioned

values for

today’s youths

BUMP

BUMP

RRRRR

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A kid in the back was holding a handwritten sign
that didn’t make any sense to me.

A couple of my classmates seemed pretty freaked
out when they saw it. A boy standing next to

me said his older brother went to Hardscrabble
Farms a few years back and told him all about

Silas Scratch.

Apparently this Silas Scratch guy was a farmer
who lived at Hardscrabble Farms a long time ago,

but then the county came in and kicked him off
his land.

BEWARE

OF

SILAS

SCRATCH

RRRRR

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Another kid chimed in and said HE heard Silas
Scratch went to live in the forest, where he

survived by eating slugs and berries. Then Melinda
Henson said she heard he went CRAZY and grew

his fingernails really long.

See, I could’ve done without the part about the
long fingernails, because that sort of thing really

gives me the willies.

DECREE

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One of our chaperones, Mr. Healey, said that
when HIS class went to Hardscrabble Farms, a kid

named Frankie came across Silas Scratch’s shack in
the woods. And after Frankie saw it, he was never

the same.

Anyone who hadn’t heard of Silas Scratch
BEFORE knew about him NOW, because the

story spread like wildfire.

I found the whole Silas Scratch thing disturbing.

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I GUARANTEE you, if anyone told me there
was a deranged farmer prowling the grounds of

Hardscrabble Farms, I would’ve just stayed home
and taken my chances with DAD.

After we were done unloading the bus, we
brought our stuff down to the main lodge,

which was a giant log cabin with a bunch of long
tables inside.

The person in charge was Mrs. Graziano, and once
everyone sat down, she gave a speech about the

camp rules. There were a BUNCH of them, but
the one she said was most important was that boys

and girls aren’t allowed to visit each other’s cabins
for any reason.

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Mrs. Graziano said this was her nineteenth year
coming to Hardscrabble Farms, and she wasn’t

gonna put up with any nonsense from anybody.
Then she had the chaperones go through

everyone’s bags to make sure nobody was trying
to sneak in any junk food or electronics.

A few kids got busted with stuff in their bags.
Mike Barrows had a pound of Swedish Fish in his

backpack, and Duane Higgins got caught trying
to smuggle in a giant chocolate-chip cookie.

SHAKE
SHAKE

SHAKE
SHAKE

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I was really glad I’d left those candy bars back
home, but I was a little worried the chaperones

might confiscate my baby wipes. Once Mr. Jones
caught a whiff of my bag, though, he didn’t go

digging any further.

After that we had lunch, which was hot dogs,
baked beans, and stuffed peppers. There weren’t

any other choices, so if you didn’t like any of
those things, you were out of luck.

When lunch was over, the chaperones told us to
scrape our leftovers into a giant pot.

SNIFF
SNIFF

GLOP

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I hadn’t touched my stuffed pepper, so I dumped
the whole thing.

I asked Mr. Healey why we put our leftovers
into a pot instead of the trash can. He said at

Hardscrabble Farms no food goes to waste, and
everything we didn’t eat for THIS meal is put

into a stew for the NEXT one.

He said it was the same way when he came to this
camp as a kid, and they still used the exact same

pot. That means there could be leftovers from
thirty YEARS ago in that thing.

After lunch Mrs. Graziano and the female
chaperones took the girls to the other side of

camp to go to their cabins.

SLIDE

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Mom had actually wanted to volunteer as a
chaperone last-minute, but she wasn’t comfortable

leaving Manny with Rodrick and Grandpa. That
kind of stinks, though, because she could’ve fed me

inside information from the girls’ side of camp.

Us guys stayed back in the cafeteria to get our
cabin assignments. Most of the groups were kids who

hang out together at school, but each cabin seemed
to have ONE kid who didn’t belong.

YOU DON’T STAND A

CHANCE WITH LAUREN,

BUT CHLOE THINKS YOU

HAVE A CUTE BUTT!

THANKS,
MOM!

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The school must have decided to spread the
troublemakers out so there wouldn’t be more

than one in any cabin.

The only group that had MORE than one
troublemaker was Mr. Nuzzi’s group. But Mr.

Nuzzi works as a prison guard, so I guess they
figured he could handle it.

Since I registered late, I got put with the
group of LEFTOVERS, which included Rowley.

I was glad I got assigned to the same cabin as
Rowley, but I wasn’t happy his FATHER was the

chaperone. Mr. Jefferson has never really been a
big fan of mine, and I wasn’t looking forward to

being cooped up with him for a whole WEEK.

It was pretty clear whoever had our cabin last
didn’t bother cleaning up after themselves.

One kid in my group, Julian Trimble, seemed to be
taking the situation pretty hard, because his lip

started to quiver as soon as we walked in the door.

I was kind of surprised Julian decided to come
on this trip, because I’m guessing he’s never been

away from his parents overnight before.

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Julian was always the kid who made a big scene
every morning during drop-off time at school.

Once, in second grade, he had such a strong grip
on his mom that the vice principal had to come

down to peel them apart.

I figured Julian decided to go on this trip on his
OWN, but when I remembered the scene at the

school this morning, I started to wonder if his
mom actually tricked him into it.

DROP-

OFF

ZONE

ZOOM

Everybody started picking out their bunks, and
that’s when I found out why everyone had such

big bags.

I had just assumed the bedding would be taken
care of, but I guess that was too much to hope

for at a place like this.

The closest thing I had to a pillow was my hoodie,
which already smelled like Rodrick’s ham sandwich.

It was hard finding a mattress without any
weird stains on it. I picked a top bunk because

I couldn’t risk being underneath Julian in case he
wet the bed.

FLUFF

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Unfortunately, Mr. Jefferson slid into the spot
right UNDERNEATH me, so now Rowley’s dad

was my bunkmate.

After we finished unpacking our stuff, we went
down to the activities area to do some “team-

building” exercises.

The first thing we did was a “trust fall,” where
one guy would fall backward and everyone else was

supposed to catch him. I guess the point was to
show how our teammates have our backs.

But Jordan Lankey did his fall while the rest of
us were still working out where to stand.

WRIGGLE
WRIGGLE

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Mr. Jefferson showed us how to form two lines
facing each other and then make a “net” by

grabbing each other’s wrists. So when Jeffrey
Swanson got up on the platform, we thought we

were ready for him.

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But Jeffrey is a big boy, and his weight made
Rowley and Gareth Grimes collapse and smash

into each other.

Gareth was missing one of his front teeth, and
everyone got down on their hands and knees to

look for it. Then Emilio Mendoza found the tooth
in Rowley’s FOREHEAD.

Mr. Jefferson told Emilio to run down and get
the nurse, who brought Gareth a damp washcloth

to stop the bleeding.

BONK

TOUCH

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But she couldn’t pull the tooth out of Rowley’s
forehead, because it was really lodged in there.

Mr. Jefferson called his wife to come pick Rowley
up and take him to get it checked out. I don’t

know if she ended up going to a doctor or a
dentist, because I have no idea what you even do

for that sort of thing.

So Mr. Jefferson was stuck chaperoning a bunch
of kids who weren’t HIS. He had us do all these

exercises that were supposed to teach us how to
work together as a team, but all they really did

was show us how BAD we were at it.

We did one activity called the “bucket brigade,”
where we had to make a relay line to bring water

from the river all the way to our cabin.

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The first guy filled up his bucket and then poured
it in the next guy’s bucket, and so on.

But we spilled so much water along the way that
by the time we got to the cabin, there was almost

nothing left to put in the metal tub we were
supposed to fill.

We realized if we were ever gonna finish the
activity, we needed to find a better way to fill

the tub. So we wrung out our sweaty clothes.

SLOSH

DRIP

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After that we did an activity where we had to tie
our wrists together with scarves and go through an

obstacle course made of ropes. But when it came to
physical activities, our group was pretty hopeless.

WRING

WRING

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After the ropes course, we couldn’t untie the
scarves because we’d knotted them too tight. And

THAT wasn’t good, because Timothy Ames needed
to use the bathroom in the cabin.

By the end of the day everyone was totally worn
out, and I was really glad when Mr. Jefferson

told us it was time for dinner.

The meal was chicken patties, corn on the cob,
and stew. I passed on the stew, and I was

really glad I did when I saw Jordan pull an
entire taco shell out of his bowl. Who KNOWS

what year that thing was from.

DRIP

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After dinner we went back to the cabin. Mr.
Jefferson said that since we had been in the

woods, we needed to check one another for ticks.
Each person was responsible for his bunkmate,

which meant I had Mr. Jefferson.

But Mr. Jefferson’s got a lot of hair, and I
wasn’t gonna go poking through it. For all I

knew, there could be a whole COLONY of ticks
living in there.

Everybody’s always saying how great the outdoors
are, but there’s all SORTS of creepy-crawlies you

need to worry about.

YOU’RE
GOOD!

THANKS!

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I used to play in the woods all the TIME, until
I swallowed a live spider.

But in a place like Hardscrabble Farms, there are
just as many bugs INSIDE as OUTSIDE. Some

sort of beetle burrowed into a kid’s ear at dinner,
and he had to go to the nurse’s station to have

it removed.

SQUIRT
SQUIRT

HA HA
HA!

DUDE, I THINK
SOMETHING

JUST CRAWLED
IN YOUR EAR.

WHAAAAT?

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Jordan found a tick on the back of Julian’s neck,
and everybody freaked out about it. But Mr.

Jefferson said Julian would be fine, and he took
him down to the nurse.

The second Mr. Jefferson and Julian left, the
rest of the guys in my cabin went totally NUTS.

I stayed out of everybody’s way because I didn’t
wanna be the fifth person from my group to get

seen by the nurse on the first day.

By the time Mr. Jefferson got back, the cabin
was a wreck and everyone was FILTHY.

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I’m guessing nobody has ever cleaned the floors in
this place, because when the guys were done rolling

around, they were covered in dirt and hair.

As a punishment for trashing the cabin, Mr.
Jefferson made us go to bed EARLY, and he

lumped me in with everyone else even though I
didn’t DO anything. And that’s how we ended

up going to bed while it was still light out on
the first night.

Mr. Jefferson woke everybody up at the crack
of dawn and said we all needed to take showers

before breakfast.

Tuesday

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That’s when it occurred to me that there wasn’t
actually a shower in our bathroom. The shower was

on the OUTSIDE of the cabin, and the water
was in the metal tub we filled up in the bucket

brigade yesterday.

I seemed to be the only one who remembered what
was IN that tub, because everyone else got in line

to take their turn.

Not only was the water UNSANITARY, but
apparently it was COLD, too.

SCREECH!

PUMP

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I came PREPARED, though. I definitely
wasn’t gonna be taking any outdoor showers on

this trip, but I could still keep myself CLEAN.

Breakfast wasn’t a whole lot better than our first
two meals, but at least they weren’t serving the

STEW. The pancakes were hard as ROCKS,
though, and they’d break your teeth if you tried

to bite through one.

Emilio snuck a pancake into his pocket so he could
mail it home to his mom and show her how bad the

food was at camp.

POUND
POUND

GO
AWAY!

DAB
DAB

CLONK

CLANK

CLACK

FLING

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After we cleaned up from breakfast, Mrs. Graziano
told us the plan for the day.

She said we were gonna do the same types of
chores done by kids growing up on farms like this

a long time ago.

Mrs. Graziano said that in the old days, kids
worked from the time they got up in the morning

until the sun went down. And they had to start
working as soon as they were old enough to help

their families out.

Which is just ANOTHER reason I’m glad I
wasn’t alive back then.

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My group started off in the barn, and our job
was to move bales of hay from one end of the

building to the other. It was SERIOUSLY
hard, and I have a lot of respect for kids who

had to do that kind of work every day.

When we were FINISHED, everybody felt a huge
sense of accomplishment.

SMACK

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As we were leaving to move on to the next station,
Mr. Nuzzi’s group came into the barn. He told his

team their job was to move the hay bales to the
other side, which was where they were to BEGIN

with. So don’t even ask me why we went to all
that trouble.

See, you shouldn’t DO that kind of stuff to a
kid. When I was in first grade, my teacher told

me she was sending me on a “secret mission,” and
she gave me a note to deliver to another teacher

down the hall.

TOP
SECRET

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And every day after that, my teacher handed me
ANOTHER note to deliver.

Well, one day I got curious about what was IN

those notes, and I opened one up. But it was

BLANK inside.

It turns out Mom had told my teacher she was
worried about my “self-esteem,” and the whole

secret-mission thing was just a way to make me
feel IMPORTANT. So if anyone wants to know

why I have a hard time taking work seriously,
that’s how it started.

Our team spent the rest of the morning going
through the other stations. We painted a fence,

repaired a stone wall, and stacked firewood outside
the main lodge.

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I’ll tell you, when I’m older I’m gonna buy a
farm of my OWN and set up a camp on the

property. Because getting a bunch of kids to work
for free and calling it education is GENIUS.

After lunch, when we were heading back to our
cabin, Gareth tripped over a rock sticking out of

the ground.

When Emilio saw it, he got really upset.

The rock had some scrapes on it, and Emilio said
the only person who could’ve done THAT was

Silas Scratch.

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Jeffrey said the rock was probably Silas Scratch’s
GRAVESTONE, and now we were CURSED

because we had disturbed his resting place.

I tried to talk some sense into these guys. I said
that, first of all, if Silas Scratch was DEAD,

that was good news for everyone. And second of
all, this COULDN’T be Silas Scratch’s gravestone

because he would’ve had to bury HIMSELF.

I never should’ve said that, because it just
upset everyone even MORE. Now all of a sudden

Silas Scratch was an UNDEAD farmer who
couldn’t be killed.

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At dinner, Silas Scratch’s “grave” was all anybody
could talk about.

Somebody claimed they saw Silas Scratch in the
woods. And someone ELSE said they saw him on

the other side of camp at the exact same time.

Then Albert Sandy was telling everyone that
HE heard Silas Scratch had a network of tunnels

beneath the cabins, and that’s how he’s able to
move around so quickly.

GARRRR!

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So thanks to Albert Sandy, now kids are too
scared to use the bathrooms at camp.

A few kids said they’re just gonna HOLD it until
they get home. That doesn’t sound smart to ME,

especially considering we’re only on day TWO.

Today, after we finished our farm chores, we had
free time to do whatever we wanted. I decided

I’d just take a nap, but a few of my cabinmates
had other plans.

Gareth, Jeffrey, and Jordan said they were sick
of eating STEW for dinner, so they were gonna

go down to the river and catch a FISH.

Wednesday

SHUDDER

SHUDDER

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I thought that was the stupidest idea I’d ever
heard, ESPECIALLY since they didn’t have a

fishing pole or anything like that.

But they were dead serious, and when they
headed out, I went to the cabin and climbed up

in my bunk.

It took me a while to fall asleep, and right
when I started to doze off, my cabinmates burst

through the door.

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Believe it or not, those fools had actually managed
to catch a fish. They scooped one right out of

the river using Jeffrey’s shirt as a NET.

And now that they had it, they didn’t know
what to DO with it. What was pretty clear was

that no one had any intention of EATING it.

I told the guys if they didn’t put the fish in
some water quick, it wasn’t gonna SURVIVE.

Gareth grabbed the fish by its tail and carried
it to the bathroom, where he put it in the

TOILET. Then Jordan emptied his canteen inside
the bowl so the fish had some extra water to flop

around in.

FLOP

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The fish seemed OK for the time being, and I
decided to go get a bucket so we could take the

fish back down to the river and let it go.

But when I went to LEAVE, Mr. Jefferson
walked into the cabin. The other guys slammed the

bathroom door shut, and I tried my best to play
it cool.

GLUG
GLUG

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My guess was that Mr. Jefferson wouldn’t be too
happy about a fish in the toilet, and I didn’t

wanna get sent to bed early for the second time
on this trip.

Mr. Jefferson asked me where everyone ELSE was,
and I said I thought they might be down by the

river. He told me that if I saw anyone, I should tell
them to come to the main lodge for mail call.

When Mr. Jefferson left, we put the lid down on
the toilet to make sure the fish didn’t flop out

onto the floor, then we headed down to the main
lodge to join the rest of our class.

Mrs. Graziano handed out mail to all the kids who
got something delivered from home. Mom sent me

a letter, and I’ll admit I got a little choked up
reading it.

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I got a letter from Rodrick, too, but I didn’t
like HIS as much as Mom’s.

Dear Gregory,

We miss you

so much!

Can’t wait

until you’re

back home.

Hope you

are having

a wonderful

time!

Hugs + kisses,

Mom

Dear Greg,

I   found

your   candy

bars. Here,

you can

smell   the

wrappers.

Har, har, har.

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OINK

OINK

OINK

I didn’t get a letter from Dad, but I DID get
one from the PIG. I just hope someone in my

family wrote it as a joke, because if that thing
has somehow learned how to write, then I don’t

even know what to say.

Julian got a letter from home, too. But his mom
made a HUGE mistake by sending a photo along

with it.

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Julian wasn’t the ONLY one who seemed homesick.
A couple of kids didn’t get anything at all, and

they asked some of us who DID get letters to
read them out loud.

A few kids got care packages with fresh clothes
and stuff like that.

But the big winner in our group was Graham
Bertran, who got a HUGE box that was packed

with a ton of supplies.

I MADE A BATCH OF YOUR

FAVORITE COOKIES AND

PUT THEM IN THE FRIDGE

FOR WHEN YOU GET HOME!

LOVE, MOM.

SNIFF

DAB
DAB

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Back at the cabin later on, we found out Graham
had mailed the box to HIMSELF before the

trip started, and he had hidden all SORTS of
goodies in with the camping supplies.

Luckily, he was willing to SHARE. I never thought
I’d eat Doritos out of a hiking boot, but by that

point I’d already given up my last shred of dignity.

Emilio looked out the window and saw Mr.
Jefferson coming back to the cabin, so we hid

all of Graham’s stuff under a blanket.

When Mr. Jefferson entered the cabin, he walked
right by without even noticing.

CRUNCH

SMACK

LICK

CHOMP

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Unfortunately, we were so focused on the snacks
that we forgot all about the FISH.

I feel a little bad for Mr. Jefferson, but it was
a good reminder to me that you should ALWAYS

check inside the toilet before sitting down.

Mr. Jefferson was mad and thought this was some
kind of practical joke.

SCREAM!

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And of course he thought I was the guy who
came up with it.

So tonight, while the rest of the group was
having s’mores and singing songs by the campfire

with Mrs. Graziano, I was stuck in the cabin
with an angry chaperone.

Most kids at camp were cruising right along until
yesterday, but after those letters from home

came, it seemed like everyone hit a WALL.

A lot of my classmates are homesick, and they’ve
been asking if they can go back early. But the

chaperones say the only way we can go home is if
there’s some sort of MEDICAL reason.

Thursday

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Well, they shouldn’t have put that into people’s
heads, because now kids are trying to get sick

on PURPOSE.

Melinda Henson was acting really strange at
lunch. It turns out she ate three servings of

stew to make herself sick, which seemed a little
extreme to ME.

But after spending a few hours down at the
nurse’s station with indigestion, Melinda was sent

back to rejoin her group.

Julian took it one step FURTHER. Mr.
Jefferson found him in the cabin clutching his

stomach next to a half-eaten stick of deodorant.

URK

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So that was the end of the road for Julian.

A few hours later Julian’s mother arrived to pick
him up. But by the time they drove away, he

seemed to have made a full recovery.

A lot of boys started talking about how Julian
had the right idea, and the chaperones caught

wind of it.

GROAN!

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The next thing we knew, the chaperones were
going around collecting everyone’s deodorant so no

one could follow in Julian’s footsteps.

That’s bad news for OUR cabin, because with the
wet towels and dirty clothes all over the place,

and kids showering with sweat water, our cabin
ALREADY smells like a monkey house.

DROP

BLINK
BLINK

PLOP

TOSS

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The deodorant was probably the one thing keeping
the fumes in our cabin from reaching toxic levels.

And if we get sick, we’re ALL going home early.

That might be OK for everyone ELSE, but it’s not
all right for ME. Because the sooner I go home,

the sooner I have to face DAD.

To be honest with you, I had forgotten all about
Rowley until he returned to camp yesterday morning.

But when he caught a whiff of our cabin, I’ll bet
he wished he had just stayed home.

Saturday

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It turns out Rowley got an infection from
Gareth’s tooth, and that’s why he was gone

for so long. Rowley brought the tooth WITH
him, but I’m not sure what Gareth’s supposed to

do with it at this point.

Rowley was coming back at an awkward time. We’ve
all been preparing for the last night of the trip,

which we have to spend OUTDOORS.

I’m kind of looking forward to it, because
that’s ONE night we won’t have to stay in our

stinky cabin.

But I’m not sure my group can even SURVIVE
sleeping out in the elements.

We’re supposed to build a shelter and a fire
tomorrow night, and I have no IDEA how we’re

supposed to pull THAT off.

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Mr. Jefferson has been trying to teach us how to
do some basic outdoorsy things, but it turns out

he’s just about as useless as the REST of us.

Yesterday he was trying to teach us how to build
a fire, and he broke the “no electronics” rule by

using his phone to look up how to do it. But his
battery died when a couple of my cabinmates got

ahold of it to watch videos of screaming goats.

I guess Mr. Jefferson learned a LITTLE bit
before the battery died, because he got a fire

going and told the rest of us to get some
kindling. Nobody knew what kindling WAS,

though, so we brought back everything we
thought might burn.

SCREAM!!!

HA HA!

HA HA!

HA
HA!

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Rowley came back with what looked like a bunch of
WEEDS and threw them on the fire, but that

totally smothered it.

It turns out the stuff Rowley put on the fire
was actually POISON IVY, and this morning he

woke up covered in spots. Mr. Jefferson must’ve
inhaled the fumes and gotten it in his LUNGS,

because he was having trouble breathing.

TOSS

SSSSSSS

WHEEZE

GASP

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The nurse called Mrs. Jefferson to come pick them
both up, and I think they’re done for GOOD.

That means my group is the only one without a
chaperone. I’ve heard Mrs. Graziano is scrambling

to find a replacement, but no dads are willing to
give up the rest of their weekend to come out here.

This is really bad timing, because it’s supposed
to RAIN tomorrow night, and we haven’t even

started building our shelter. I tried to spy on a
group that has a bunch of Boy Scouts in it to see

if I could pick up any pointers, but those guys
weren’t willing to give away their secrets.

HEY!

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While we were off trying to set up our camp, some
other group raided our cabin. I guess they must’ve

heard about Graham’s snacks, because his stash
was totally picked clean.

The thieves also went through MY bag and
found the baby wipes, which they used up in our

bathroom. They must’ve tried to flush them down
the toilet, because now it was CLOGGED.

The worst part was that the toilet overflowed,
and the water ran along the floor in a path from

the bathroom to my duffel bag.

Everything I owned was wet except for Grandpa’s
book, which the thieves had tossed onto a bed.

DRIP

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I was really MAD. But when I started flipping
through the pages, I realized the guys who

raided our cabin might’ve done us a huge FAVOR.

The book had a ton of useless stuff in it, like a
chapter on how to make a working radio out of

household objects.

POTATO
RADIO

Shortwave radio is an excititng

new hobby sweeping the

nation! But who needs all that

expensive equipment when

everything can be found in

your very own home?

Start by finiding two paper clips,

one foil chewing-gum wrapper,

and a hearty potato.

Insert the paper clips into the

potato and form a “bridge”

between them with the

chewing-gum wrapper.

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But there was a lot of GOOD stuff in there, too.
There was a chapter on how to identify poison ivy,

which would’ve come in handy yesterday. There were
chapters on OTHER outdoorsy things, like how

to start a fire without matches, which was great,
because Mr. Jefferson used all of ours up.

I couldn’t wait to try out some of the tricks and
see if they actually WORKED. I led my group

out to our campsite and asked to borrow Emilio’s
glasses, and I focused a beam of sunlight through

a lens onto a dry leaf, the way it said to do in
the book. Sure enough, the leaf started smoking,

and eventually caught fire.

BLINK
BLINK

SSSSS

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Everyone was excited that we could make a fire
without the help of an adult, but we got a little

carried away with the high fives, and Emilio’s
glasses got crushed in the celebration.

Apparently Emilio is blind as a bat without his
glasses, so the rest of the trip might be a little

challenging for him.

CRUSH

SMACK

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Luckily, Jeffrey wears glasses, too, so we can
make another fire tomorrow.

When we got back to our cabin after dinner, we
got a cold splash of reality. The flooded toilet

added to the overall bad smell in our cabin, which
by now was TOTALLY overpowering.

We mopped up the floor with our dirty clothes,
then put them in a couple of trash bags. But

that STILL didn’t do the trick.

The WORST smell seemed to be coming from US.
And the only way to deal with THAT problem was

with deodorant.

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Jordan said maybe we should raid one of the girls’
cabins and steal some of THEIR deodorant, but

that turned into a big debate about whether girls
actually USE deodorant.

But what everyone was excited about was the idea
of going on a RAID.

The person who was MOST excited was Emilio.
But we told him it was too dangerous for him to

go with us since he couldn’t SEE.

He said we NEEDED him because he has an
excellent sense of smell and could sniff out the

girls’ cabins. We weren’t sure if he was bluffing,
so we ran him through a smell test where he had

to identify a bunch of different things. And sure
enough, he got every single one.

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So Emilio was in. We all started getting ready,
but right when we were about to head out, Mr.

Nuzzi came to check on us.

I guess it was pretty obvious to Mr. Nuzzi that
we were up to no good, so he told us we’d all be

in BIG trouble if he caught any of us sneaking
out. Plus, he heard Silas Scratch was on the prowl

tonight so we’d better stay indoors.

Then Mr. Nuzzi left, and a few minutes later he
came back with a bottle of baby powder.

SNIFF
SNIFF

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He sprinkled it in a big circle around our cabin so that
if we DID leave, our footprints would give us away.

Everyone started to panic because they thought
we were trapped in our cabin for the rest of the

night. But then I remembered a chapter from my
BOOK that could help us.

SHAKE
SHAKE

HIDING
YOUR
NUMBERS

Ancient ninjas had a clever

way of fooling their enemies.

When traveling in a group,

ninjas would walk in single file,

carefully stepping into the

same set of footprints.

Then they’d ambush their

pursuers, who would be

shocked to discover that they

were not following the tracks

of ONE person but many!

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Mr. Nuzzi had left his OWN footprints in the
baby powder when he was spreading it around.

So all we needed to do was follow in his exact
footsteps and he’d never know we left.

The only problem was that Mr. Nuzzi’s footprints
were a lot bigger than any of ours. But Mr.

Jefferson had left his hiking boots under the bed,
and they looked like a perfect match.

I went first. It was a little hard staying in Mr.
Nuzzi’s tracks, but I made it to the other side

of the baby powder.

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Then I tossed the boots back to the NEXT guy.

We got everyone out of the cabin that way. Even
Emilio, who hitched a ride with Jeffrey.

Once we were all clear, we headed through the
woods toward the girls’ cabins. But before we

knew it, we were totally lost. It was kind of
scary because nobody even knew which way OUR

cabin was.

TOSS

194

Then Jeffrey made everything a hundred times
WORSE by bringing up the subject of Silas

Scratch. Jeffrey said Silas Scratch was probably
watching our every move and was gonna pick us off

one by one and eat us alive.

That got my cabinmates all stirred up, and I
thought they were gonna scatter in every direction.

But Emilio saved the day when he picked up a
scent in the air.

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He said he could smell a girls’ cabin, and it wasn’t
that far off.

Sure enough, one of the cabins was about fifty
feet away. We crept up as quietly as we could,

then put some of our team-building skills into
action to get up to an open window.

It sounded like everyone was asleep inside. So I
lowered myself through the window and dropped

down to the floor without making a sound.

SNIFF
SNIFF

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But when I looked around, I realized I was in a
cabin full of GIRL SCOUTS.

I decided to call off the mission to get the
deodorant, but by then it was already too late.

SNORK?

OOF!

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Everything after THAT is kind of a blur. I
remember girls yelling, hands grabbing at my

ankles, and my cabinmates trampling one another
to get out the front door.

Then it was just a mad dash through the woods.

Don’t ask me HOW, but we found our way back
to our cabin. Unfortunately, we forgot all about

the baby powder, and we totally trampled it. But
at that point it was the LEAST of our worries.

I thought the mission was a total failure, but
it turns out we didn’t come back empty-handed.

Graham had swiped a bag at the girls’ cabin and
brought it with him.

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I definitely wasn’t comfortable with STEALING
and said that one of us needed to sneak the bag

back to the girls’ cabin before anyone noticed it
was missing.

But I got outvoted on that idea because everyone
else was curious to see what was inside.

The clothes in the bag didn’t look like they
belonged to any girls OUR age.

PANT, PANT.

PANT, PANT.

DUMP

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But by the time we figured out who the bag
actually BELONGED to, the owner was standing

in our doorway.

I thought Mrs. Graziano found us because of the
baby powder, but it turns out it was even easier

for her than THAT. As soon as she opened her
cabin door, she found Emilio stumbling around in

the dark. Which just goes to show, you should
never leave a man behind.

GROPE

GROPE

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Mrs. Graziano chewed us out for our “immature
shenanigans.” She said we couldn’t be trusted on

our own for the night, so she was gonna get on
the phone and find an emergency chaperone.

I couldn’t imagine who would be willing to drive
all the way out to this place in the middle of the

night, but I knew that WHOEVER it was, he
wasn’t gonna be HAPPY about it.

And it turns out I was right.

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I really wish Mrs. Graziano had just sent me
HOME instead of calling Dad to chaperone us

for the last day. Dad was already mad ENOUGH
about the CAR, and now he had to babysit a

bunch of unshowered middle schoolers.

And it wasn’t fun breaking the news to him that
we didn’t even have a working bathroom in our cabin.

I figured I owed it to Dad to at least give him
a basic rundown of the camp, but he seemed to

already know everything I tried to tell him.
Somehow he even knew about the STEW, because

when somebody put a serving on his plate, he
scraped it right back into the pot.

Sunday

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At first I thought Dad must’ve been a chaperone
when RODRICK went to this place, but when I

saw one of the other chaperones greet Dad, I
put it all together.

Dad went to Hardscrabble Farms when he was
MY age.

No WONDER he wasn’t happy to be here. If
his experience was anything like MINE, I’m

sure he never imagined in a million years that
he’d be BACK.

Me and my cabinmates spent the day trying to
set up our camp for the overnight. And it was

pretty clear Dad had no intention of helping out.

WELCOME BACK,
FRANK!

SMACK

203

Half the time he was off somewhere else doing who
knows what. And when he WAS around, he didn’t

lift a finger.

So we set up our shelter without him. Luckily,
Grandpa’s book had a chapter on how to build a

waterproof lean-to, so we didn’t NEED Dad’s help.

DROP

204

At dinner some kids from another group seemed
really shaken up. They said they were gathering

firewood and came across an old shack that they
were 99% sure belonged to Silas Scratch.

This is where I was hoping Dad would tell everyone
Silas Scratch was just a made-up story to keep kids

from leaving their cabins at night. But he DIDN’T.

He said that when HE went to Hardscrabble Farms,
a couple of kids went poking around Silas Scratch’s

shack and were never heard from AGAIN.

That was the WORST thing Dad could’ve said
just before we were supposed to spend the night

in the woods.

After dinner, Mrs. Graziano told everyone to get
whatever they needed from their cabins and bring

it to their campsites.

A bunch of kids were begging to sleep INSIDE,
but Mrs. Graziano said this is how it’s always been

on the last night at Hardscrabble Farms, and it’s
the way it’s always gonna be.

We had gotten the fire started earlier, and when
we got to our campsite it was still going. The fire

was dying down, though, so we needed to get
more wood to feed it. But once it got DARK out,

the guys in my group were too scared to leave the
fire to help me collect sticks.

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I would’ve asked DAD for help, but who KNOWS
where he was.

So I went to look for firewood by myself. The
area around our campsite was picked pretty clean

of sticks, so I had to go deeper into the woods.
But I got all turned around, and I couldn’t

remember which way our campsite was.

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I started to panic a little, but then I saw a
light that I thought must be our campfire. I

headed toward it, and when I got closer, I
couldn’t believe where the light was coming from.

I have to admit, I didn’t really buy any of the
Silas Scratch stuff until this moment. But now I

thought I might actually die of FEAR.

Something about that light didn’t look right,
though. I thought it was coming from a fireplace

inside the shack, but it was actually from a
LIGHTBULB. It didn’t make a lot of sense

to me that a crazy farmer who eats slugs and
berries had ELECTRICITY.

BEWARE

TURN

BACK

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The door on the front of the place was barred
shut. So I walked around the back, and there

was a metal door that was unlocked.

I held my breath and pushed it open, then I
stepped inside. My heart was practically beating

out of my chest, but I HAD to know what was
in there.

When I saw what was inside, I realized this
place wasn’t a shack at ALL. It was some sort of

maintenance shed with a bunch of tools, and they
didn’t even look that OLD.

H.F.

CREAK

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I went a little farther in. When I walked down
a hallway, I found something that REALLY

shocked me.

It was a BATHROOM, with a toilet and a sink
and EVERYTHING. There were even a few rolls

of extra toilet paper, and it wasn’t the CHEAP
stuff, either.

My head was spinning at that point. I was
ready to run back to our campsite and tell

everyone what I’d found, when I heard
something that sent shivers down my spine.

It was the sound of WHISTLING, and it was
coming from right BEHIND me.

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I turned to run, and that’s when I ran smack
into DAD.

I was totally speechless. I couldn’t understand
what he was doing taking a shower in a

maintenance shed, but then he started talking.

Dad said when HE went to Hardscrabble Farms,
the bathroom situation was even WORSE than it

is now.

GAAAAH!!!

211

There was only one outhouse, which everyone at
the camp shared.

There was no shower, and if you wanted to get
clean, you had to go down to the river with a bar

of soap.

Then one day when Dad was collecting firewood,
he found this maintenance shed that was used for

keeping up the property during the off-season.

When he realized there was a toilet and a shower
inside, he knew he had to keep it a secret or

EVERYONE would find out.

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So he came up with the story of Silas Scratch to
throw the other kids off the trail.

Dad said when he got here yesterday, he
was pretty surprised the Silas Scratch thing

was still going after all these years. But he
figured he’d just go with it so he could keep the

bathroom to himself.

I was pretty mad at Dad for causing everyone
all this stress. But I have to admit that coming

up with a crazy story to protect a secret
bathroom is EXACTLY the kind of thing I’d

do MYSELF.

I realized I’d been away from the campsite for a
while and my cabinmates probably thought I got

snatched up by Silas Scratch.

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So I asked Dad to help me find my way back to
the campsite.

It had started to rain, and by the time we got
back, the fire was completely OUT. I guess my

group got desperate and threw in anything that
would burn, because I found my BOOK in there.

Or at least what was left of it.

My cabinmates had picked apart our shelter for
firewood, and that’s where me and Dad found

them, all huddled together.

SHIVER

SHIVER

SHIVER

I really didn’t wanna spend the night out in the
rain, and thankfully Dad didn’t, EITHER.

I guess he wasn’t too concerned about the camp
rules, because he snuck us all back into our cabin.

It might’ve stunk to high heaven in there, but it
was the best night of sleep I’ve had in my life.

This morning we packed up all our stuff and
brought it to the parking lot.

Almost everyone in my class looked like a WRECK
from sleeping out in the woods overnight, but MY

group actually looked REFRESHED.

Monday

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My cabinmates kept saying how LUCKY we were to
have survived the week with Silas Scratch prowling

around. And it was all I could do to bite my tongue.

Believe me, I was tempted to tell everyone that
Silas Scratch was a hoax. People might’ve even

treated me like a HERO for finally putting an
end to the whole thing.

But I figured I might get stuck chaperoning at
this place one day, and if I do I’ll wanna use

that bathroom MYSELF.

SMACK

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I was about to load my bag onto the bus, but
then Dad told me I could ride home with HIM.

That was WAY better than sitting in someone’s
lap, so I took Dad up on his offer.

On the way out, there was a bus coming in with
a whole new crop of kids. I quickly scribbled a

message to warn them about what they were in
for. I figured it was the LEAST I could do.

BEWARE OF

SILAS

SCRATCH

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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

Thanks to my amazing family for cheering me on and for bringing so

much joy to my life.

Thanks to Charlie Kochman for your dogged commitment to making

sure every Wimpy Kid book is all that it can be. Thanks to the

team at Abrams, including Michael Jacobs, Jason Wells, Veronica

Wasserman, Susan Van Metre, Jen Graham, KeriLee Horan, Chad W.

Beckerman, Alison Gervais, Elisa Garcia, Erica La Sala, and Kim Ku.

Thanks to Shaelyn Germain and Anna Cesary for helping to create

an amazing building from the ground up in the midst of all of our

commitments. Thanks to Deb Sundin and the staff at An Unlikely

Story for bringing a great independent bookstore into the world.

Thanks to Rich Carr and Andrea Lucey for your unbelievable

support throughout the years. Thanks to Paul Sennott and Ike

Williams for your invaluable advice.

Thanks to Jess Brallier for being a friend and mentor to me for

the past fifteen years. Thanks to everyone at Poptropica for your

support and inspiration.

Thanks to Sylvie Rabineau for your continued guidance and

friendship. Thanks to Keith Fleer for all of your help. Thanks to

everyone in Hollywood who is working to bring new Wimpy Kid

stories to life, including Nina Jacobson, Brad Simpson, Elizabeth

Gabler, Roland Poindexter, Ralph Milero, and Vanessa Morrison.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Jeff Kinney is a #1 New York Times bestselling author and a five-time

Nickelodeon Kids’ Choice Award winner for Favorite Book. Jeff has

been named one of Time magazine’s 100 Most Influential People in

the World. He is also the creator of Poptropica, which was named

one of Time magazine’s 50 Best Websites. He spent his childhood in

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

lives with his wife and two sons in Massachusetts, where they own

a bookstore, An Unlikely Story.