11. Pie in the Sky

11 Pie in the Sky When we got to school the next day, we pledged the allegiance and did Word of the Day with Miss Banks. "Okay," she said, "take out your anatomy textbooks." What?! I don't even know what anatomy is. We don't have any anatomy

textbook. "Just kidding," said Miss Banks. "We're going to start the day with music class!" All of the sudden, the lights started flashing. Sirens went off. And you'll never believe in a million hundred years who ran through the door. Nobody! You can't run through doors! Doors are made out of wood. But you'll never believe who ran through the doorway. It was Uncle Fred, of course! He was holding a banjo. "It's Uncle Fred time!" yelled Miss Banks. "Howdy, kids!" Uncle Fred shouted. And then he started playing his banjo and singing...

It's Uncle Freddy time.

I love to sing and rhyme. I like to dance and play. I'll dance the day away. I'm like a little kid. I'll make you flip your lid. Forget about bedtime, it's Uncle Freddy time! We all sang the song again while Uncle Fred danced around like a lunatic. "Hey, I've got an idea!" he shouted. "Let's play musical chairs!"* Musical chairs is a weird game. The object of the game isn't to score points or make goals like in a regular game. No, the object of the game is to sit down. Nobody knows why. But it's fun. Sometimes, you have to knock the other kids over just so you can sit in a chair. We set up some chairs in the front of the room. While Uncle Fred started the music, Miss Banks lined up a bunch of paper plates on the windowsill. I guess we

were going to have snacks after we finished playing musical chairs. "Line up and march around the chairs," shouted Uncle Fred. "When the music stops, sit down... if you can!" We all walked around and around the chairs while Uncle Fred played his banjo. Then suddenly, he stopped. We all dove for the chairs. Michael was the only one who didn't get to sit down.

"Bummer in the summer!" Michael shouted. "Sorry, Michael!" said Uncle Fred. "You're out of the game." Uncle Fred went over to the windowsill. Miss Banks was spraying whipped cream onto the paper plates. Uncle Fred picked one of them up. And you'll never believe what happened next.