6 Unidentified Flying Odor

Unidentified Flying Odor`

"P.U.!" said Judy, coming into Stink's room. "Did you take a bath in that stinky perfume or something?" "Or something," said Stink. "Then I hate to tell you, but you have a UFO in your room." "Do not," said Stink. "Not the alien kind of UFO," said Judy. "An Unidentified Flying Odor. I can smell it from my room." Stink kicked his sneakers under the bed. "Stink, it's those sneakers. You're stinking up the whole house with those yucks. You have to get them out of here." Stink tossed his sneakers into the hallway.

"That's even closer," said Judy. "I can already smell them up on my top bunk! Even Mouse is about to pass out from the fumes." Stink went back to his desk and scribbled on a piece of paper. He came out into the hallway and tacked up a sign over his sneakers: "Ha, ha, very funny. Like that really helped," said Judy, pinching her nose closed and talking in a funny voice. "Then just shut your door," said Stink. "Like this!" He slammed the door on purpose.

Stink heard Judy stomp into the bathroom. Stink heard Judy slam the medicine cabinet door. Stink heard Judy rattle around in the hall. Stink could not concentrate on drawing comics. He could not read the T-for-Toads encyclopedia. He could not hear himself think with all that stomping and slamming and rattling. Stink opened his door. A cloud of white dust attacked him. He coughed and waved his hand in front of his face. Stink could hardly see his sister. Judy had powder in her hair and on her face and all the way down to her shoes. She looked like a human marshmallow. She looked like the Abominable Snow Girl. She looked like a cumulonimbus cloud. "What's with all the powder?" Stink asked, still coughing. Then the cloud cleared. The dust settled. And Stink saw it. "OH, NO!" screamed Stink. "My sneakers! My beautiful super-smelly sneakers!" "It's okay," said Judy. "The powder will help. It'll soak up the smell and they won't stink so

bad." "NO! You don't get it!" said Stink. "I was stinking them up on purpose, so I could enter them in the All-Time, World's Worst, Super-Stinky

Sneaker Contest. How could you not know that? How could you forget?" "Oops!" said Judy. Stink did not know what to do. Now his perfectly smelly sneakers were not perfect at all. They were perfect for winning an air-freshener contest. They were perfect for winning a notstinky perfume contest. No way were they going to beat Sophie now. "Go get Mom," said Stink. "It's an emergency. A super-stinky sneaker emergency." "Trust me, Stink. All the powder in the world could not make those puppies smell good again. They smell even worse now, if you ask me. Kind of sweet, but kind of sour. Sweet and Sour Sneakers! I mean, they still make me gag and almost want to barf." "Almost is not good enough to win," said Stink. "They have to have at least a double-gag factor. A triple-quadruple barf factor." "Why don't we just smell them up more?" asked Judy. "Operation Smelly Sneakers. We