2 GET YOUR BAKED GOODS STRAIGHT

CHAPTER TWO GET YOUR BAKED GOODS STRAIGHT Franny watched out the window of her classroom as two workers carried a big, rusty piece of junk out of the school. She raised her hand. "Miss Shelly, what is that thing?" "It looks like the old furnace," her teacher said. "I think the school is getting a nice new one. The old one never worked very well." "They're not just going to throw that away, are they??" Franny squealed.

"I don't know what they're going to do with it, Franny-" Miss Shelly began, but before she could finish, Franny was out the door, down the hallway, and outside. She ran toward the workers, waving her arms. "Guys! Wait, wait! I can use that thing. Can I have it?" They chuckled at her.

"What are you going to do with it?" one of them joked. "I'm not sure yet," Franny said, rubbing her hands over the surface of it. "But that is some good, heavy steel. I could make a lot of stuff from this." "Like what?" the other man asked. "Like, I could make a small tank, I think, or maybe a rocket-maybe some kind of robot. I'll invent something." "But this thing has already been invented," one of them said. "It's a furnace." "Then maybe I'll reinvent it," she told them.

Miss Shelly walked out of the school to get Franny. When she got there, she found that the workers were laughing at her, and Franny didn't even seem to notice. "This little cupcake says she wants to make a rocket out of this," one of them said to Miss Shelly with a snicker. Miss Shelly smiled. "She can do that, you know." The worker sneered. He didn't believe Miss Shelly, either. Miss Shelly's face became very serious. "You remember that giant asteroid that crashed into the

earth last month and destroyed half the planet?" "No," they said. "That's because this little cupcake here blew it out of the sky with a rocket she made out of a broken refrigerator and an old dollhouse," Miss Shelly said proudly. The workmen stared at Franny nervously. "Never underestimate a little cupcake. Lots of them are real smart cookies," Miss Shelly said.

"So, can I have it?" Franny grinned. "You may have it," Miss Shelly said, "but you have to promise not to build anything destructive." "Nothing destructive! I promise!" Franny replied, clapping her hands. She turned to the workmen.