A gonzo success thanks to Tuna’s incredibly smart brain, my incredibly good looks, and our incredible incredibleness. End Transmission All night long, TJ tossed and turned, worrying about what gift to get Dad. Finally she had her solution: a nice, big wad of cash . . . exactly one dollar more than the cost of Violet’s big-screen TV. There was the slight problem of being totally broke, but she could get an after-school job. After all, it was Christmastime. Plenty of stores needed help at Christmas. Now it’s true, somewhere in the back of her mind, there was a whisper that Christmas just might be more than gifts and money. But the next day, as she headed down the school hallway with Naomi Simpletwirp, it was quickly forgotten. “Isn’t this (click-clack) something?” Naomi said. The click-clack came from the breath mint Naomi chewed. (Naomi lived in constant fear of bad breath.) And the something she spoke of was the student lockers—each and every one decorated to the max for Christmas.
