18. Robo-George and the Harold 2000

CHAPTER 18 ROBO-GEORGE AND THE HAROLD 2000 "Uh, attention boys and girls," said Mr. Krupp to the fourth graders. "Your teacher, Ms. Ribble, didn't come to school today." "Hooray!" shouted the children. "Settle down!" Mr. Krupp shouted. "You're still going to have all your classes!" "Aww, maaaan!" moaned the children. "But you're going to have a substitute teacher," said Mr. Krupp. "Hooray!" shouted the children. "And it's going to be me!" said Mr. Krupp. "Aww, maaaan!" moaned the children.

The whole day was pretty much like a normal day, except for one thing: Mr. Krupp couldn't understand why George and Harold were so well behaved. They didn't make funny noises during science class, they didn't stick crayons up their noses during art class, and they didn't draw comic books during math class. In fact, they even walked past a sign without changing the letters around. Mr. Krupp was stunned. "Alright, you two!" Mr. Krupp shouted. "I know you're up to something... You better stop being so good, or you're gonna be in BIG TROUBLE!"

But Robo-George and the Harold 2000 kept right on behaving. The only time they did something even remotely wrong was during recess. Everybody was playing kickball, and when it was the Harold 2000's turn to kick the ball, he kicked it pretty darn hard. KA-BOINGGG!

The kickball tore right through the top of page 101 and out the other side as it sailed toward the outer regions of Earth's atmosphere. Soon it broke free of our planet's gravitational pull and began heading straight toward the planet Uranus. "A-HAI" shouted Mr. Krupp, as he pulled out the official school rulebook and read Rule #411 out loud: "It is against the rules to kick school property into outer space! You're in trouble now, bub!"

But the Harold 2000 ignored Mr. Krupp and began running around the bases. "Hey! I'm talking to you, Hutchins!" Mr. Krupp shouted. He pointed at the Harold 2000 and snapped his fingers. SNAP!

Suddenly, Mr. Krupp began to change. A silly-looking smile stretched across his face, and he stood before the fourth graders looking quite heroic. Quickly, he turned and ran back into the school.