10. Spray Day

CHAPTER 10 SPRAY DAY The next day, Mr. Meaner showed up at school looking a little different than usual. He still wore the same smelly sweatshirt and sweatpants he'd had on all week—nothing new there—but somehow, something about him had changed. It was Yesterday George and Yesterday Harold's turn to go to school and do homework that day, so the boys dutifully went to their classes and did everything they were supposed to do...

...and a few things they were not supposed to do.

Everything seemed normal until after gym class. Mr. Meaner excused the rest of the kids, but not Yesterday George and Yesterday Harold. "Boys," said Mr. Meaner, "I'd like to see you in my office, pronto!" "Why?" asked Yesterday George. "We didn't do anything—probably." Mr. Meaner pointed to his office door. "IN—MY—OFFICE—NOW!" he shouted.

Yesterday George and Yesterday Harold slinked into Mr. Meaner's filthy office. They'd been in there before, and they hated the smell of it. It reeked of mold, rat urine, and the putrid sweat of a thousand tormented souls. But today, for some strange reason, it smelled even worse than usual. Yesterday George and Yesterday Harold climbed into two sticky vinyl chairs and held their breath.

"Well, well, well, said Mr. Meaner, as he closed the door behind him and approached our heroes. "It looks like we're alone at last." "What's going on here?" asked Yesterday George suspiciously. "Yeah," said Yesterday Harold. "We've got to go to our next class." "Oh, there will be plenty of time for classes and studying and homework," replied Mr. Meaner. "But first, I'd like you to help me out with a little experiment!" Mr. Meaner lifted his arms, revealing two metallic spray nozzles under his crusty pits.

"Say hello to my stinky friends!"' He laughed as the nozzles spattered out two brown cloudbursts of choking, noxious stank.