12. Ribble's Revenge

CHAPTER 12 RIBBLE'S REVENGE As you might imagine, George and Harold were nervous about going back to class on Monday. But for some strange reason, Ms. Ribble seemed happy to see them. "Good morning, boys," Ms. Ribble chirped with a giant, evil, toothy grin. "Come here... I've got something to show you!" "Uh-oh," said George. "She's smiling— that can't be a good sign!" George and Harold cautiously approached Ms. Ribble's desk. "I took the liberty of adjusting your grades last weekend," said Ms. Ribble. "You'll be happy to know that all your grades have just dropped from Bs and Cs to Fs and Gs."

"Oh, NO!" George gasped. "Not Fs and Gs! Hey, what's a G?" "It's the only grade lower than an F!" said Ms. Ribble. "There's no such grade as a G," said Harold. "There is now, bub!" said Ms. Ribble. "Looks like you're both going to FLUNK the FOURTH GRADE!!! Won't that be fun?" "No way," said George. "That's not fair!" "Life ain't fair," said Ms. Ribble. "Get used to it!"