7 Professor Smells-a-Lot

Professor Smells-a-Lot

Next Saturday morning, Stink woke up to the most wonderful smell. Not pancakes cooking. Not bacon frying. The yucky, blucky putrid stench of smelly sneakers. Sweet! His sneakers were wonderfully smelly again. Back to where they were before his sister-the-human-marshmallow went powder crazy and made them smell sweet as roses. Stink was going to win the All-Time, World's Worst, Super-Stinky Sneaker Contest for sure. And today was the big day. His moment to shine. His moment to stink! "What's that smell?" Dad asked at breakfast. "Don't tell me Mouse dragged another dead critter in here." "It's him," said Judy, pointing to her brother. "Stink, you reek."

"YOU-reek-a!" said Stink. "Get it? Eureka!" "I get it that you smell," said Judy. "Stink's entering a rotten sneaker contest today," Mom explained to Dad. "Interesting," said Dad. "My teacher's going to be there," Stink told them. "She said if I come early, I'll be able to meet somebody interesting."

"It's probably just a guy dressed up like a giant sneaker or something," said Judy. "Or something," said Stink.

"Mom, Dad? Can I go, too?" Judy asked. "Just to watch, I mean." "Let's all go," said Dad. "But only if we put the smelly sneakers in the trunk, right, Dad?" said Judy. When Stink got to the contest, Webster and Sophie of the Elves came running up to him. "There's no contest!" said Webster. "What?" asked Stink. "What do you mean? I know it's today." "One of the judges caught a cold and he can't smell right," said Sophie. "So they had to cancel the contest." "No way." "Yah-huh. Mrs. D. said! I'm not even in the contest, but I feel bad for you and Sophie," Webster told his friend. Stink could not believe his stinky, awful, nogood, very bad luck. "You mean I wore the same socks for six days and slept in my sneakers and

tromped through mud puddles and swamp water for nothing?" Just then, Stink saw his teacher. "Mrs. D.!" called Stink. "Is it true? There's really not going to be a stinky sneaker contest?" "Well," said Mrs. D., "we might have a way to save the day." "Really?" everybody asked. "Stink, when we heard one of the judges was sick, I thought, who else do we know who just might have an amazing, incredible sense of smell? And right away I thought of you, Stink Moody, The Nose."