02 Funk-a-delic

Funk-a-delic "Last one in the tent is a rotten tomato!" Judy, Rocky, and Amy pushed past Frank into the T.P. Club tent in Judy's backyard. "Hey! No fair!" said Frank. Judy pulled out a giant, rolled-up poster board. "Okay, T.P.-ers! We are going to have the most way-rare, double-cool, NOT bummer summer ever." "Time out," said Amy, making a T with her hands. "What's a T.P.-er?" Judy, Frank, and Rocky stared at one another. "We forgot!" said Rocky. "Amy's not even a member of our club."

"Yet," said Judy. "Quick. Frank. Go catch a toad." "Me? You go catch a toad," said Frank. "Why do we need a toad?" asked Amy. Everybody cracked up. "You'll see," said Frank. "You'll see," said Rocky. "What about Toady?" Frank asked. Of course! Judy was back in a flash from Stink's room, holding Toady, the club mascot, in her hand. She passed it lightning-fast to Amy. Amy peered at the toad in her hand. "I don't get it. What's supposed to happen? If he jumps in my face, you guys are so dead." "Just wait," said Judy. "Just wait," said Rocky. "Do you feel anything?" asked Frank.

"Yeah. A big, fat, slimy—" All of a sudden, Amy made a face as something started to drip from her hands. "EEUWW!" she said, peering at the teeny puddle of yellow. She gave Toady back to Judy. "Toad pee!" yelled Rocky and Frank at the same time. Judy, Rocky, and Frank fell over laughing. "No way. OOH! Sick!" said Amy, wiping her hand on Judy's legs. "Sick-awesome," said Judy. "Now you're a member of our club," said Frank. "The TOAD PEE club." "That makes you TOADally cool!" said Rocky. Judy popped the rubber band off of her chart. "So, are you guys ready for my uber-awesome plan? Intro-DUCE-ing... the one and

only... Judy Moody Mega-Rare NOT-Bummer- Summer Dare." Judy unrolled her chart. "Tada!" Stickers and glitter went flying. "See? Thrill Points, Dare Points, Bonus Points, Loser points, and Big Fat Total." "Huh?" said Rocky. "I don't get it." "You know how summer's always Boringwith-a-capital-B? Thrill points are going to save summer. I spent two days and sixteen erasers figuring it out." "Ride the Scream Monster? Surf a wave? Are these the dares?" Amy asked. "Yep. See, a dare is something way fun that we've never done before and that we're kind of scared to do. Cool beans, huh?" "Oh, boy," Rocky said. "I think I forgot to tell you some—"

Judy stuck her hand over his mouth. "As I was saying... for each dare, we get ten thrill points. Plus bonus points if we do something crazy, like ride the Scream Monster with no hands. OR loser points if we chicken out." "Ooh! And at the end of summer, we add up all the points?" Frank asked. "Yeah. If we reach one hundred, then, prestowhammo, we just had the best summer ever. Is that thrill-a-delic, or what?" Rocky looked green around the edges. Amy looked like she had just swallowed a frog. "Rocky forgot to tell you... he's going away this summer. To circus camp." "WHAT?" "She's going away, too," said Rocky. "To Borneo!"

Judy cracked up. "You guys! You got me. I thought you were serious. Borneo. That's a good one. What even IS Borneo?" "It's an island. In Indonesia. And I am going, for real, with my mom. We leave next Friday." "Same here," said Rocky. "I'm going to learn to walk a tightrope and do magic tricks and stuff." "That is SO not fair! How am I gonna have the best summer EVER if you're not even here?" Frank looked up from the chart. "Hel-lo! I'm not going anywhere. We can still have fun." "Great. Just... great." After her friends went home, Judy sat in the tent staring at her blank chart. Suddenly, it did not look one bit thrill-a-delic. It looked funk-a-delic. FLUNK-a-delic. "It's just you and me now,