8 PLAN AHEAD!

PLAN AHEAD! The Tengs weren't home. Mr. Columbi scratched his neck. "Nope." Kalia said, "Potty, potty, potty!" Kalia's mom said, "Sorry, I don't think so, girls. Oh, honey, yuck!" Mr. Ensor, who was really incredibly old, rubbed his forehead and said, "Don't need any rope. Thanks anyway."

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"I love your hat!" squealed Eleanor-wholived- in-the-blue-house. "A rope? Give them enough rope! Ahahahahaha! You kids are wild! Great!" Mr. Larson was talking on his phone. "Not now. No. Rope? No. I'm not talking to you, Frank. It's these kids. No, no rope! Come back later or something." Mrs. Larson said, "Get off the phone, Bennett! It's not ours, Bean, sorry." Fester the dog barked. There was nobody at his house except him. Ivy took a deep breath. She took one step onto Mrs. Trantz's front path. Like magic, the door opened, and Mrs. Trantz was standing on her

porch. "What are you doing in my garden, little girl?" yelled Mrs. Trantz. "Hi, Mrs. Trantz," began Ivy politely. "Don't Mrs. Trantz me!" yelled Mrs. Trantz, not politely. "What are those children doing on the sidewalk there? Is that Bernice?" She peered at Bean, who was bravely standing at the edge of Mrs. Trantz's white gravel, and at the other kids, who were sort of crouched in the hedge next door. "Go away!" Ivy held up the yellow rope. It was shaking a little. Most grown-ups at least pretended to like kids. Not Mrs. Trantz. "We were wondering—"

"Speak up!" "We were wondering," Ivy said a little louder. "Stop whispering!" Ivy's face turned red and the rope shook a little more. "We—" she began, and now her voice was shaking, too. Most of the time, Bean was scared of Mrs. Trantz. But sometimes she couldn't stand her more than she was scared of her. This was one of those times. Bean charged through the white