4 Ch4-The Emperor Has No Clothes

Chapter 4 The Emperor Has No Clothes It's really hard to concentrate on school- work when your teacher is dressed up like a giant bonbon. All I could think about was the candy I would be getting when we went trick-or-treating after school. My mouth was watering. But Miss Daisy was trying her best to teach us.

"If you go trick-or-treating and they give out Kit Kats at five houses and Milky Ways at three houses and Hershey bars at seven houses, how many candy bars will you have altogether? A.J.?" "Is anybody giving out Snickers?" I asked. "That's irrelevant," said Miss Daisy. "No it's not," I told her. "An elephant is a big animal with a long trunk." Everybody laughed even though I didn't say anything funny. "I hate Snickers," said Neil the nude kid. "My favorite candy bar is Three Musketeers." "Let's try to stay on task, shall we?" said

Miss Daisy. Teachers are always telling us to stay "on task." That means we have to talk about boring stuff instead of interesting stuff, like candy bars. "I like Twizzlers," said Ryan. "Twizzlers aren't candy bars," Michael said. "They're licorice." "Ugh! Licorice is yucky," said Neil the nude kid. "It gives candy a bad name!" We went on like that for a while. Nobody could agree on which candy bar was the best. After a while Miss Daisy gave up trying to teach anything. "All this math talk is making me hungry," she said. We were all excited to march around

in our costumes, but Miss Daisy said it wasn't time yet. Finally, after a million hundred years, an announcement came over the loud- speaker. "It's time for the parade!" Mrs. Patty exclaimed. "Please bring all classes to the playground." "Yay!" everybody yelled. Miss Daisy told us to line up boy-girl- boy-girl-boy-girl. (I think she does that so each of us has to be next to somebody we hate.) I had to stand behind annoying Emily, the queen of crybabies. We marched in single file to the playground. The whole school was out there in their costumes.

It was cool. Even the grown-ups were dressed up. Ms. Hannah, our art teacher, dressed up like a famous artist named Picasso. Miss Small, our gym teacher, dressed up like a famous baseball player named Babe Ruth. Mrs. Kormel, our bus driver, dressed up like a famous NASCAR racer named Jeff Gordon. Mrs. Roopy, our librarian, dressed up like a famous chil- dren's book author who I never heard of before. Authors are boring. A lot of the parents came out to see the parade. I saw my mom near the monkey bars. She waved and took a picture of me in my penguin costume. We marched all the way around the playground. I thought that would be the

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