4 Franny Nails It

CHAPTER FOUR FRANNY NAILS IT Mom likes her nail polish, too, Igor," Franny said, and began brushing some of her new chemical formula onto her own nails. "But I was thinking, her fingernails aren't really nails at all, are they?" Franny wiggled her fingers at Igor. "Watch what my nail polish does."

Suddenly long, pointy nails sprang out from Franny's fingertips, and she slashed them back and forth in the air. "Now these are something special," she said, and she plunged them through two boards, nailing them together. "I'll bet Mom would like these. Don't you think so?"

Igor wasn't sure if Franny's mom would like them, but he knew how much he would like to have those the next time he was bullied by the mean cat next door.

Franny broke the nails off with a snap and held the board up for inspection. "Did you see how fast those grew? And how long?" Igor looked at the nails. They seemed to wriggle a bit, as though they might actually be... alive. "I have another idea," Franny said.