2 Ouchy Couchy

CHAPTER TWO OUCHY COUCHY Franny was getting ready for school, and Igor was nowhere to be found. Franny didn't really need Igor's help to get ready, but it was a good idea to keep track of what he was up to.

She peeked around the corner and saw him watching his favorite show, Miss Wizzywozzle's Story Time. "Igor!" she yelled. "Just what do you think you're doing? You know I hate this show. And I think you'll be happier if you hate it too!" Franny grabbed the remote and pointed it at the TV.

Igor flew through the air and grabbed Franny's arms, wrestling desperately to keep her from pointing the device at the TV. "Let go!" she yelled, and as they grappled for control, Franny pressed a button on the remote. A hot red beam shot from the device and blew a huge smoking hole in the couch, and right through the wall behind

it. For a moment, the two of them stared silently at the smoldering sofa. "That wasn't the TV remote was it?" she asked quietly. Igor shook his head. "I shouldn't leave things like this lying around."

"My couch!" Mom yelled as she ran into the room. "My favorite couch! That couch went with everything. Do you know how hard it is to find a couch that goes with everything?" She looked angrily at Franny and Igor. "Who did this?" Franny's brilliant mind had already formulated a flawless explanation that would prove it was all Igor's fault.

Igor knew he would probably get blamed for this and he just closed his eyes and prayed. Franny's mom stood quietly, staring at Franny. Franny began to open her mouth to pin the whole thing on Igor, but when she looked into her mom's wide, honest eyes, she couldn't do it. She knew what her mom wanted.