07 Puke Monster

Puke Monster On Saturday, Judy was waiting for Frank. His older sister, Maddy, was going to take them to Scaredevil Island. Pieces of colorful old dishes, plates, bowls, and cups were spread all over the back deck. She watched Aunt Opal smash an old teapot. "Hey, can I smash something? I usually get in trouble when I break stuff! What are you making, anyway?" "I'm not sure yet!" HONK! HONK! BEEEEP! Frank and Maddy pulled up in a blue MINI Cooper with a racing stripe. "Hey, Judy!" Frank's sister called. "Ready

to rock and roller coaster?" "Scream MONSTERRRRRRR!" yelled Judy. "I hate to smash and run, but... bye, Aunt Opal." "Scream a little scream for me!" Opal waved as Judy ran to the car. Hopping inside, Judy got a mouthful of something poofy and pink. Pff! "What's with the clouds of pink stuff?" she asked, blowing it away from her face. "It's my prom dress," said Maddy. "I have to take it to the cleaner's." Judy wrestled the dress, pushing it to one side. "No way would I be caught dead looking like a gigunda poof of pink cotton candy," said Judy. "Speaking of cotton candy," said Frank,

"what are we gonna eat first?" "FIRST we go on the Tilt-a-Whirl," said Judy. "AFTER we get ice cream, right?" said Frank. "Right. And snow cones." "And corn dogs. And gobs of gum." "RARE! We'll be ready for the Scream Monster, for sure." The car drove past the Frog Neck Lake Swim Club. Judy and Frank snapped their heads around. "STOP!" they both shouted. Maddy slammed on the brakes, screeching to a halt. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Frank asked. "MR. TODD!" they said at the exact same time. "Cold water!" Judy and Frank zoomed inside. They searched

in the pool, around the pool, under the lifeguard, at the food window, even inside the Little Loo Loo. P.U.! Frank's head popped up from inside a giant bin of pool noodles. "Frog! I was SURE he'd be in here." "Don't worry. We'll find him. We have ALLLLL summer." Judy and Frank craned their necks, staring up, up, up at the twisting, turning roller coaster. Screeches and screams filled the air.

"Super-cali-fragi-listic-expi-thrill-a-delic!" said Judy. Frank's blue tongue hung out. He was holding two double-scoop blue-raspberry ice-cream cones in one hand and a purple snow cone in the other. Sticking out of his back pockets were cotton candy and a corn-dog-on-a-stick. "Geez

LOUISE! How many thrill points is that?" said Frank. "Ten. Plus bonus points for NO HANDS!" The ride glided to a stop. People staggered out of their seats, eyes glazed, hair gone haywire. Judy handed twelve tickets to a guy with a Mohawk haircut and a T-shirt that said SURRENDER TO THE SCREAM. "No food on the ride, kid," said Mohawk Man, pointing to a trash basket. "What? No way am I throwing this stuff out!" "Then step outta line, mister." Frank stepped out of the line. "Frank! We've been waiting for an hour!" said Judy, dragging him back. "Surrender the snow cone!" "Are you cracked?" Frank took a giant bite and crunched on the ice.