11 JUST PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER

CHAPTER ELEVEN JUST PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER Back in Franny's lab, Duty-Fran was taking charge. "Okay, Angry-Fran, get in the machine." "I thought you said you were going to show me something to make me mad," Angry-Fran growled. "You're right. I did. But I was lying to you. I'll bet that makes you mad."

"SO MAD!" Angry-Fran shouted. "AND I REALLY APPRECIATE THAT!" And with a sneer, she walked into the Mixer-Upper.

"You're next," she said to Silly-Fran. "But you don't need to go in there." "Why not?" Silly-Fran giggled. "Because you're already in there," Duty-Fran said. "No I'm not." "Check it out if you don't believe me," Duty-Fran said, and Silly-Fran walked in to take a look. "Well? Are you in there?" Duty-Fran yelled into the machine.

"I sure am," Silly-Fran said. "I guess you were right."

"Hey," Franny said. "You sure picked up that silly stuff quickly." "Duty makes you rise to the occasion, Franny. It makes you do things you didn't know you could." Franny coughed. "Oh no," Duty-Fran said. "Are you feeling okay?"

"A slight cough. Nothing to worry about," Franny said. "Just a little frog in my throat." "A little more than just your throat," Duty-Fran said. "And look at your dog." Franny was transforming quickly, and Igor was almost all toad.