10 Don’t-Kick-the-Bucket List

Do Not/Don't-Kick-the-Bucket List The very next weekend, Judy tried one more time to turn a cartwheel down the front hall. Yipes! Her pants fell down. She tried again. Crash! She knocked over the coat tree. "Judy! Take it outside!" Dad called. Judy went outside and tumbled in the grass. She ended up in a tangle of arms and legs like a pretzel. Grandma Lou beeped and pulled up in her yellow Mini. Judy ran over to the window. "Want to know the secret to a cartwheel?" Grandma Lou asked. "You have to let your

mind go. Take it from the 1959 YMCA Newcomer Gymnast of the Year." "You were?" Just then, Judy noticed that the car was filled to the gills with heaps of stuff covered in old sheets. "Did you bring Otis the ghost with you or something?" Judy asked. "Wait and see," said Grandma Lou. Mom, Dad, and Stink came out into the driveway. Grandma Lou opened the hatchback. "Ta-da!" "Dad's old drum set? For me?" Judy asked.

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"Your dad and I talked it over. These are yours now, Jelly Bean. Keep marching to the beat of your own drum." Dad handed her a brand-new pair of drumsticks. "Tom Turkey and the Electric Drumsticks must live on." "You can be Tammy Turkey," said Stink. Judy cracked up. "Wow! Thanks!" She hugged her dad. "This'll be fun," said Dad. "I'm rusty, but I can teach you a few things. Maybe a paradiddle and a drumroll and—" "Can I be a drum bum, too?" Stink asked. Mom and Dad set the drums in the driveway, and Judy beat out a rhythm with Dad to his old favorite— the Mashed Potato. Stink crashed the cymbal. Half the neighborhood came out when they

heard the racket. Rocky and Frank tapped on their knees like bongos. Grandma Lou and Mrs. Soso danced the Mashed Potato. Even Izzy Azumi, Future Dog Owner, grooved to the beat along with her father and brother. Dad took off on the snare, playing several licks in a row. "Tom Turkey lives!" yelled Stink. "We're heating up the whole neighborhood with these tubs and pies!" said Judy. "That's hepcat talk for drums and cymbals."

Plip. Plip, plip. Plop. Oh, no! Judy started to feel drops. "I hate to end this jam session," said Mom, "but it's starting to rain. Let's get all you drum bums inside." After they got the drums into the garage, Judy said to Grandma Lou, "Let's compare our kickthe-bucket lists." She snuggled up next to her bucket-list buddy on the couch. Just the two of them. Judy crossed off Learn a musical instrument. "Look how many cross-offs I have! Have you crossed anything off your list lately?" "I finally learned to dance the rumba," said Grandma Lou. "And I'm taking a sign language class." She showed Judy the sign for bucket list. She showed Judy the signs for Grandma Lou, Judy, and I love you.