3. Molar Monkey

3 Molar Monkey We left the nurse's office and walked a million hundred miles back to our classroom. "Okay, turn to page twenty-three in your math books," Mr. Cooper told us. Math was boring. Why do we need math when we have calculators? Luckily, we didn't have the chance to finish the lesson,

because you'll never believe who walked through the door. Nobody! You can't walk through a door. Doors are made out of wood. But you'll never believe who walked through the doorway. It was Dr. Floss! This time, she was carrying a guitar. "Yay! It's Dr. Floss!" everybody was shouting. "More candy!" Mr. Cooper closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead. I guess when you get older, your forehead gets itchy a lot. "Would you kids like to hear a song?"

asked Dr. Floss. "Yes!" shouted all the girls. "No!" shouted all the boys. Anytime anybody asks you if you want to hear a song, always say no. That's the first rule of being a boy. "This is a song called 'My Favorite Things,'" said Dr. Floss. She strummed her guitar and started to sing... Snickers and Kit Kats and ten Almond Joys. Cookies and sodas for girls and for boys. Milk Duds and gumballs, a box of Ring Dings. These are a few of my favorite things. Ice cream and candy and cakes filled with sugar. It's fine with me if you

eat your own boogers. Skittles and Hershey's and one Nestlé Crunch. These are the things that I want you to munch. When you get sick, if you feel ick, and think you're gonna die, just eat lots more junk food that rots lots more teeth, 'cause there's stuff I need... to buy. That song was weird. Mr. Cooper rubbed his forehead again. He really needs to use moisturizer. "I think Dr. Floss is just joking," he told us. "She doesn't really want kids to eat lots of junk food. Do you, Dr. Floss?" But Dr. Floss wasn't paying attention. She put down her guitar and picked up a

weird-looking puppet. It was a monkey puppet with a big mouth full of teeth. The monkey's hands were up in the air like somebody was robbing it. Dr. Floss's hand was inside the back of the puppet to make its mouth move. "Hi boys and girls," the monkey puppet said in a squeaky voice. "My name is Molar. Molar Monkey. And this is my friend Dr. Floss." Dr. Floss was trying not to move her mouth when the monkey spoke, but it was obvious that she was doing the talking. "Hi Molar!" said Dr. Floss in her regular voice. "We're going to talk about teeth," said Molar Monkey. "But first, a few jokes." "I like jokes," said Dr. Floss.

"Did you hear about the cell phone that