Chapter 13

Chapter 13 BATS, PART FOUR: HE MISS THEM ALREADY. DON'T FORGET TO WRITE. Po was at school on Saturday morning. Saturday! Not only that, but he was excited to be there. If someone had predicted that a few weeks ago, he wouldn't have believed it. But he wouldn't miss what happened next for anything. As he rolled up, he could see that his friends were there, too. They were hanging out on the sidewalk when a van pulled up to the front of the school. The vehicle was decorated with images of bats, bugs, and mice. All the creatures were covered with big red slashes.

Ms. Minerva came out of the school building. She saw Po and the others and gave them a big thumbs-up. Then she turned toward the exterminator as he shuffled forward. He moved slowly under all his heavy gear. Ms. Minerva waved him away. "I'm sorry," she said. "It seems we don't need your services after all." The man was clearly confused. "Isn't this the school with the bats?" "It was the school with the bats," answered the teacher. "Now it's the school with students who are intelligent, compassionate problem-solvers." She winked at Po and his friends. "That's cool," said the exterminator. "How about roaches? You got any of those?"

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Ms. Minerva took him by the elbow and steered him back toward his van. "We can handle things from here," she said. The exterminator grumbled, still not sure of what had just happened. As the exterminator drove off, Po and his friends exchanged high fives and fist bumps. Ms. Minerva approached them. "I had to check the entire school to be sure," she said. "But it's true. There's not a single—" Suddenly, Doc came hurtling out the front doors of the school. "Nobody panic!" she

cried. "I can fix our problem! Probably." "Wow," said Po. "Does everybody come to school on Saturdays?" "I've been here all night, perfecting this," said Doc. She held up a strange contraption. It looked like an oversized tuning fork, but it had wires running along it and buttons that lit up like Christmas lights. "By using the principles of echolocation, my crooning fork should produce a sound that will repel the bats without causing human ears to bleed. Again, probably." She cleared her throat. "I just have to find the things first. The school is still infested, isn't it?" Ms. Minerva smirked. "You missed all the fun, Doc. These five solved the problem for us." "Follow us," said Ash. "We'll show you how." The school property went far back. They led their teachers past the main office building. They

led them past the portables. They led them past the playground. And they kept going. Finally, they came to a wooden structure at the far end of the lawn. It looked like a shed—the sort where a groundskeeper would store gardening tools. But it had dozens of long, thin openings along the top. "Has this always been here?" asked Doc. "No, we built it last night," said Ash. "While my scout troop sealed up the school to keep the bats out, Ms. Minerva helped the five of us put this structure together. We wanted the bats to have someplace nearby to call home." "We call it the bat house," Po said. "For