9. Roscoe to the Rescue

Chapter 9 Roscoe to the Rescue Right after recess, it was time to get ready for the open house. Ms. Diz and the room mothers set out chocolate chip cookies and cakes and pies on a big table. And napkins and juice. Those cookies looked DELICIOUS. But I was too worried about the bee song to think about those delicious, chewy, chocolaty, melt-in-my-mouth cookies.

Well, almost too worried. Ms. Diz arranged the chairs. Then she set out the sticks and the head bobbles on the counter. "Your parents will be here in just a few minutes, children," she said. "Check all the activity centers to be sure everything is nice and clean." "Ms. Diz?" called one of the room mothers. "Do you have any name tags?" "I think I have some in the art cupboard," said Ms. Diz. She opened the cupboard doors. "Nope. No name tags. Let me see if they have any in the office. Children, I'll be right back. Roscoe, why don't you pass out the antennae? Dewan, you hand out the sticks. But no funny business. The rest of you finish cleaning up." Ms. Diz rushed out the door. The art cupboard doors were still open.

I could see the don't-you-dare glue I'd brought. And just then I had a Super-Mega-Gonzo idea. I went over to the cupboard. All the kids were busy cleaning up blocks and puzzle pieces and crayons. The room mothers were not paying attention to me, either. They were busy mopping up a juice spill. It was caused by a flying LEGO. I picked up one of the head bobbles on the counter. I reached for the don't-you-dare glue. I tried to read the label. It took a LOT of work to read it.

Bonds instantly and permanently, it said. Glues wood, metal, glass, and paper. The label did not mention head bobbles. I opened the glue. I put a little on the headband. And I popped those bobbles on my head.

I waited a few seconds. Then I wiggled my head. The bobbles stayed on! Nice and tight. Just like real bee bobbles. Perfect. I put a few drops of glue on all the other bobbles. Then I slipped the tube of glue into my pocket. One by one, I passed out bobbles to all the kids. Hassan tried on his bobbles. He didn't notice the little drops of don't-you-dare glue. "Hey," said Hassan. He shook his head. "Weird. My bobbles are staying on!"

"So are mine," Maria said. "Ms. Diz must have fixed them." I handed bobbles to Gus and Dewan. They were playing swords again. "Gus!" I said. "No swords! This open house has got to be perfect." "They're not swords," he said. "They're lightsabers." "Here," I said. I put the bobbles on his head. And gave the last pair to Dewan, who put them on. "Hey," said Dewan. "My bobbles aren't bobbling!" Mission accomplished, I thought. Roscoe to the rescue!