9 Mrs. Dole Goes Overboard

Chapter 9 Mrs. Dole Goes Overboard Mr. Hynde is the coolest guy in the history of the world! He used to be a plain old music teacher; but then he went on that TV show American Idol, and now he's a famous rapper. Mr. Hynde's homeboys started yelling into the microphones. "And now, appearing live and in person at Ella Mentry School is the one… the only… Jam Master Hynde, the One-Man Funky Groove Machine! Give it up, y'all! Mr. Hynde is in the house!" The drums got louder. The lights got brighter. "Yo! What up, homeys?" Mr. Hynde shouted. "Put your hands together! I'm here to rock your world! So get on your feet! The

only way to get down is to get up!" We all stood up and started clapping. Mr. Hynde danced around. Then he threw off his purple cape and started rapping: Now, my name's Hynde, and I'm here to remind. Summer's here, and it's time to unwind.

Word on the street is you're graduatin', so I dropped in for some congratulatin'. You're gettin' so big, movin' up to third grade. Bet you think you got it all made. But lemme just give you a little advice: You better not be naughty, you better be nice, You better brush your teeth, and here's the real deal, you better wash your hands before you eat a meal. You better clean your room, and you better be kind. Don't stare at the sun unless you wanna go

blind. Better mind your manners and stay outta danger. Don't tease your brother or take candy from a stranger. Early to bed and early to rise, don't touch the paint until it dries. Sticks and stones may break your bones but not like killer robot clones. Now, here's what I'm really tryin' to rap while you sit there in your gown and cap. Some days you'll feel sad, some days you'll feel happy, some nights you'll feel mad, some nights

you'll feel crappy. But I ain't jivin', and I ain't jestin'. That's just what makes life interestin'. Anyway, that's what I got to say on this, your graduation day. You kids are cool, you're in the groove, so now it's time to bust a move! Everybody was going crazy. One of the guys in the marching band gave President Clinton a saxophone, and he started playing it. Mr. Hynde danced around and drummed on Mr. Klutz's head like it was a bongo. Mr. Hynde is out of his mind! Finally Mr. Hynde and President Clinton climbed into the helicopter and flew away.

That had to be the end of it. We were sure to get our diplomas and cake now. But no! Mrs. Dole raised her arm, and a million hundred white doves went flying up in the air! It was amazing! I was glad I had a square on my head just in case one of those doves pooped. Mrs. Dole is out of control! "Where did all those doves come from?" I