10 Ch10-Sabotage!

Chapter 10 Sabotage! Did you ever hear the word "sabotage"? It's a great word. "Sabotage" is a fancy way to say "mess stuff up," I'm really good at messing stuff up. I learned about sabotage from a spy movie. These good guys blew up a truck to sabotage some bad guys. It was cool. There hasn't been a footnote in a long time, has there?

But how do you sabotage a wedding? Blowing up a truck would probably not be a good idea. "Maybe we can leave a trail of bonbons leading away from the church," sug- gested Ryan. "Then Miss Daisy will follow the trail and miss her own wedding," "She's dumb," Michael said, "but she's not that dumb." "We have to convince her that she shouldn't marry Mr. Macky," I told the guys, "How can we do that?" asked Neil the nude kid. "Andrea and the other girls will mess everything up." Neil was right. If we tried to convince

Miss Daisy not to marry Mr. Macky, the girls were sure to sabotage our plan. But then I remembered something. In the morning, all the girls were going to the nurse's office to be weighed and measured with Mrs. Cooney. It would be our big chance! The next morning I waited until the girls left before telling Miss Daisy we had a wedding present for her. "I love presents!" she said. I went to my cubby and got out my old skateboard. I had put a ribbon around it to make it look better. "There's gum in the wheels so they don't spin very fast anymore," I told her.

"But we wanted you to have it." "Oh, thank you, A.J.!" Miss Daisy said as she gave me a hug. "That is so thought- ful!" "We're really happy that you and Mr. Macky are getting married," I lied. "Yeah, we think it's great," said Ryan. "I'm glad to hear you boys say that," Miss Daisy said. "It's nice that you fell in love with Mr. Macky," I told her, "even though he's... uh... different." "Different?" Miss Daisy asked. "What's different about him?" "Well, did you know that Mr. Macky has six toes?" I asked her.

"Really? I didn't know that," said Miss Daisy, who doesn't know anything. "Yup, six toes on each foot," I said. "And they're webbed," added Michael, "Like a duck." "Well, nobody's per- fect," Miss Daisy said. Hmmmm. It didn't seem to bother Miss Daisy that she

was marrying a guy with webbed feet. I would have to try something else. "You know, I was in the post office yes- terday with my mom," I told her, "and guess whose picture was on the wall? Mr. Macky's!" "Is that so?" said Miss Daisy. "Yeah," I told her. "Did you know he robbed a bank in Texas?" "I didn't know that," Miss Daisy said. "I hear he's wanted for a string of armed robberies in Oklahoma, too," said Neil the nude kid. "Oh, dear!" exclaimed Miss Daisy. "He's not even a real reading teacher," Michael said. "He kidnapped our reading