8 Lil Mouse Is in the House!

8 Lil Mouse Is in the House! Everybody went crazy when Lil Mouse came running into the all-porpoise room. "Yo! Yo! Yo!" he shouted. Rappers always say "Yo!" Nobody knows why. "And now..." said Mrs. Stoker, "it's time... for our guest speaker... put your hands together... for my nephew. Lil Mouse!"

There was a roar like a jet engine in the all-porpoise room. "DO THE MOUSE!" kids started chanting. "DO THE MOUSE!" Lil Mouse ran to the front of the room and jumped on the stage. He did the Mouse dance for a few seconds, and then he grabbed the mic and started rapping... I'm happy as a clam. I'm happy as a clam. Who decided clams are happy? I say it's a sham. Life ain't so grand when you're living in the sand. Life is a dud when you live in mud and crud... "Hey, that's not how 'The Happy Little Clam' goes," Neil yelled in my ear.

Don't wanna be a clam, Sam I am. It's not my jam. I'd rather read my spam than be a clam. "He must have forgotten the words," I shouted to Neil. "I thought Lil Mouse was a lot shorter," Neil replied.

If I was a clam, I'd sit and pout. What are clams so happy about? They can't go to Amsterdam or Birmingham. They can't even go to Disneyland unless they're fried. "That doesn't even rhyme," Andrea said. "You know what?" I said. "I don't think that's Lil Mouse!" "He's a phony!" somebody shouted. A happy clam? I say that's a sham. It's a flim-flam scam. The flim-flam clam scam. "That's a fake Lil Mouse!" shouted Michael. "This guy is terrible," said Ryan. "Fake! Fake! Fake!" kids started chanting. Oh, please. Oh, please.

Clams live in filthy seas. They don't have legs and of course they don't have knees. "We want the real Lil Mouse!" shouted Alexia. "Yeah!" somebody else shouted. "BOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Everybody started booing. From what I hear, clams are really selfish. Well, what do you expect from a bunch of shellfish?

You never see 'em peeing. They can't go skiing. They can't join the air force. They're just a food source... "BOOOOOOOOOOOO!" "Get him off the stage!" "I bet it's Mrs. Roopy," I said. "She's always pretending to be other people." I looked around. All of our teachers were there, but not Mrs. Roopy. It had to be her. She must be dressed up as Lil Mouse. "It's Mrs. Roopy in disguise!" I yelled. "BOOOOOOOOOOOO!" We were drowning out Lil Mouse. He stopped rapping. And you'll never believe in a million hundred years who walked into the door at that moment. Nobody! It would hurt if you walked into a door. But you'll never believe who walked into the doorway.