3. Getting Zenergized

3 Getting Zenergized There were four days until the F.A.R.T., and everybody was stressed about it. That's when Mr. Klutz came to visit our class again. He was with our school counselor, Dr. Brad, who has crazy hair and looks like a mad scientist in a horror movie.

"Dr. Carbles wants to make you nervous so you'll fail the F.A.R.T.," said Mr. Klutz. "So I thought Dr. Brad might be able to help." "Zee whole school ees feeling zo much stress," said Dr. Brad, who talks funny. "Vee all need to calm down about zis test." "Dr. Brad thinks he can help us relax," said Mr. Klutz. "Yes, I vant to try somezing," said Dr. Brad. "Zeet down, Meester Klutz." Mr. Klutz sat in a chair. Dr. Brad took a shiny metal watch out of his pocket. It was attached to a chain. He dangled the watch in front of Mr. Klutz's face and began slowly swinging it back and forth. "Look at zis veddy closely," Dr. Brad said softly. "Eet vill help you to be calm." "Are you hypnotizing me?" Mr. Klutz

asked as he stared at the watch. "Yes," said Dr. Brad. "See zuh shiny vatch? Stare at eet as eet svings back and forth. Zee eyelids feel a leetle heavy, yes?" "Heavy..." Mr. Klutz mumbled. I know all about hypnosis. People will do anything when they're hypnotized. One time, I hypnotized Andrea. She climbed up to the roof of the school and screamed at the police when they tried to get her to come down. That was the greatest day of my life.*

"Stare at zuh vatch as eet svings," said

Dr. Brad, "back and forth... back and forth... back and forth..." "Back and forth..." repeated Mr. Klutz, like a robot. "Feeling zleepy?" asked Dr. Brad. "Sleepy..." moaned Mr. Klutz. "Zoon you vill be in a deep zleep," said Dr. Brad. "You vill be relaxed. You vill be calm. You vill stop stressing about zee test." "Relaxed... calm," moaned Mr. Klutz. "It's working!" shouted Ryan. "He hypnotized Mr. Klutz!" That's when the weirdest thing in the history of the world happened. Mr. Klutz suddenly stood up, flapped his arms, and started to cluck like a chicken. "Bok bok bok," said Mr. Klutz.

"Vut are you doink?" asked Dr. Brad. "I'm a chicken!" shouted Mr. Klutz, running around the class and flapping his arms. "Bok bok bok. Where can I lay my eggs?" "Mr. Klutz is nuts!" Michael shouted. Mr. Klutz ran a few laps around the classroom, looking for a place to lay his eggs. Then, just as suddenly, he stopped acting like a chicken. He looked like