7 Ch7-Secret Agents

Chapter 7 Secret Agents After lunch we had social studies. Miss Daisy showed us a video about the pyra- mids in Egypt. She said that when the pyramids were built, they didn't have trucks or cranes or machines. And each of those rocks weighed over a thousand pounds.

"How did they pick them up?" I asked. "I have no idea," said Miss Daisy who doesn't know anything. We spent the rest of the afternoon working on our "Welcome, Ella Mentry" banner. She was coming to visit any day. Finally the little hand on the clock reached three and the big hand reached twelve. Three o'clock. Hooray! I walked home with Ryan and Michael. "Those pyramids are cool," I said. "How do you think they picked up those big rocks?" "It's a mystery," said Ryan. "The big mystery is that secret code Ms. LaGrange writes in the mashed

potatoes," Michael said. "We have to figure out what 'YAWYE' means." "Maybe it means You All Wet Your Envelopes," suggested Ryan. "Maybe it means Yes We Have No Bananas," I suggested "That would be Y-W-H-N-B, dumb- head," said Michael. "Close enough," I said. "Maybe Ms. LaGrange isn't a lunch lady at all," Michael said. "Did you ever think of that?" "What do you mean?" asked Ryan. "Maybe she's a fake," Michael said. "Maybe she kidnapped our real new lunch lady and locked her in the freezer.

Stuff like that happens all the time, you know." "My friend Billy around the corner told me they freeze dead people so they can bring them back to life in the future," I said. "Your friend Billy is weird," said Ryan.

"I bet our real lunch lady is in the freezer," I said. "Along with Ms. LaGrange's special dessert," Michael said. "And the secret of YAWYE," added Ryan. That's when I got the most genius idea in the history of the world— we should go back to school and see what was in the freezer! You know me. I don't like going to school in the morning. I sure didn't like the idea of going back at the end of the day. But we all agreed that this was important. We had to save the frozen lunch lady. We had to find the secret of

YAWYE. And we had to get a taste of that special dessert Ms. LaGrange was hiding. So we went back to school. The side door near the vomitorium was open. We tiptoed inside. Nobody was around. We pretended we were secret agents. We snuck into the back of the kitchen.