6 Ch6-Dr. Carbles Is Watching You

Chapter 6 Dr. Carbles Is Watching You When I got back to class, everybody was working on our Thanksgiving display. Miss Daisy said we should still make one even if Mr. Klutz wasn't our principal anymore. We spent all morning learning about Thanksgiving. The first one was in 1621, and it went on for three days. That's a long meal! Back then the Pilgrims only had knives and spoons. They didn't have any forks. Maybe if they had forks, it wouldn't have taken them three days to eat dinner. Did you know that at the first Thanksgiving the Pilgrims didn't just eat turkey? They also ate ducks, geese, and swans. Ugh, disgusting! It was fun making the display, but nobody was happy. We all knew that in the afternoon there would be more marching, more yelling, and more rules. When we got to the vomitorium for lunch, all the posters about exercising and the Food Pyramid were gone. There were new posters that said NO TALKING!, BEHAVE, OR ELSE!, and SHUT UP AND EAT! There was even a video camera mounted on the wall with a sign under it that said DR. CARBLES IS WATCHING YOU. We had to whisper, because none of us wanted to get sent to Dr. Carbles's office.

"I heard Dr. Carbles is going to put up guard towers and barbed wire around the school so we can't escape," Ryan whispered. "We may have to dig a tunnel to get out," I whispered to the guys. "I saw that in a movie once." "I heard that he punishes kids by putting them into solitary confinement," whispered Michael. "They're forced to play solitaire?" I whispered back. "Solitary confinement isn't the same as solitaire, dumbhead," whispered Andrea, who was sitting at the next table. "Is too," I whispered. We whispered back and forth like that for a while until I had to whisper "So is your face" to Andrea. But I knew I was right, because my mom plays that game solitary confinement on her computer. "I miss Mr. Klutz," whispered Emily. "I'm worried about him," whispered Andrea. "My mother is a psychologist, and she said that people who lose their jobs can get depressed."

"We've got to do something!" Emily whispered. "We should go over to his house and cheer him up," Michael whispered. "How would we find out where he lives?" whispered Neil the nude kid. "My mother is vice president of the PTA," Andrea whispered. "She knows everything." Suddenly Dr. Carbles burst into the vomitorium with his bullhorn. "Knock it off!" he yelled. "It's time for the lunchtime march! Let's go!" We all jumped up and got into line outside the door. "Hop to it!" Dr. Carbles hollered. "Left! Right! March! Move it, kindergarteners! You're slow and weak! I want each of you to give me twenty push-ups!" Dr. Carbles is losing his marbles!