10 Purple People Eater

Purple People Eater That night, Judy had a sleepover with Mouse on the downstairs couch, because: 1.Her room was stinky. (Not as in Stink, but as in new-paint smell.) 2.She did not want Stink's butt print to haunt her in the middle of the night. 3.Stink's room was out because Stink snored. The next morning, she stumbled up the stairs, half awake. Judy followed the chain of knitting down the hall to the bathroom. The door was closed. The finger-knitting chain stretched under the door.

Judy knocked on the bathroom door. "Hey, Stinker!" "Hey, what?" Stink said, coming up right behind her. Judy jumped. "Wait. You're out here? Then who? I thought you were in there." "I thought you were in there." "So who's in the bathroom?" Stink shrugged. "Mom and Dad aren't up yet. Hey, I know. Maybe a finger-knitting freak-omaniac broke in to steal your world-record finger-knitting chain." "Get a clew." Judy creaked open the door. The finger-knitting chain wormed its way across the floor. The end dangled smack-dab in the middle of... the toilet. "Eeww!" said Judy. "It's in the toilet water."

"P.U." said Stink, pinching his nose. With Stink's brand-new toothbrush, Judy lifted up the chain of knitting and wiggled it at Stink. "Wet yeti tail!" she cried. "Uck! Cooties! Get that thing away from me." Stink ducked and dodged the wet yarn. "And throw away my toothbrush." Judy chased Stink with the wet yarn into her

room. That's where they found Mouse stalking and hunting her prey— a clew of finger knitting. She pounced on it, picked it up with her paw, and started to chew. Their eyes followed the knitting chain around the room. It dangled over the closet door, snaked across the bookshelves, looped around Judy's Krazy Kat Klock, and dropped down onto her desk. A clump of yarn was caught in the Venus flytrap's trap. "Give it up, Jaws," said Judy. "This isn't a dead fly, you know." She eased the yarn out of the trap. "I think our finger-knitting freak-o-maniac is a feline freak-o-maniac," said Judy. Stink cracked up. "Hold out your hands, Stink," Judy said.

"Take this end of the yarn." "Eeww! The cootie end? No way." "Pretty please with silver-dollar pancakes on top? You owe me." Judy pointed to Stink's butt print on her new purple wall. "No way am I touching yarn that's full of toilet cooties." "Then help me find the other end of the chain downstairs," said Judy. She led the way. Mouse bounded after them. The living room was a spiderweb of yarn. The couch was a nest of finger knitting. The coffee table looked like a plate of spaghetti. Yarn twisted like a tornado around the room and hung like rainbow-colored cobwebs from the ceiling lamp. "Mouse did all this?" Stink asked.

"Tell me about it. She yarn bombed the living room. C'mon, Stink. Help me pick up all this yarn and get it up to my room before Mom and Dad wake up." "Not possible." "If we do it really fast, it can be like a race." So Judy and Stink started to scoop up piles of yarn. Heaps of yarn. Loads of yarn. Mountains of yarn. Stink got his feet tangled in yarn. He got his head tangled in yarn. He got his middle tangled in yarn. He even had a yarn mustache. "Revenge of Yarnzilla!" he croaked, pretending to be a zombie.