12. Ka-Blamski!

CHAPTER 12 KA-BLAMSKU Suddenly, there was another blinding flash of light. Everyone around the Purple Potty flew off in different directions. Then the Purple Potty stopped shaking and wobbling, and switched into shut-down mode.

George, Harold, and Crackers peeked out. "Look," said Harold. "There aren't any books in this library. We must be back in our own reality." "But we've got to be sure," said George. The two boys tucked Crackers into Harold's book bag and crept out into the hallway. As they peered into the windows of nearby classrooms, they saw room after room of heartbroken and despondent-looking children.

Some were standing in corners, weeping others were sitting on dunce stools wearing humiliating hats while still others were writing unbelievably degrading sentences over and over on the chalkboard as their teachers rifled through their lunch boxes, stealing all of the best desserts.

"Yep," sighed George, "we're back in our own reality." "I never thought I'd say this," said Harold, "but it's good to be home." "To the tree house!" cried George.