The Frog Who Cried Wolf The scene behind the portable buildings was livelier than a barrel full of wolverines going over a waterfall. The gang hooted at my prize. "A pointer, woo!" sneered Kurt Replie the rat. "Check out the big bad gecko." Natalie had stolen an apple from her teacher's desk. Probably put it there herself in the first place. But we passed the test. Then we got a shock: It was only the first. Our next assignment was to make some really bad mischief. Joining this gang was harder than stale centipede biscuits. "Ya don't get to hang out with the Stinkers till you pass all the tests," snarled the rat. He was really starting to bug me. "Am-scray, uster-bay!" "Okely-dokely-ay, oron-may," I said. "Come on, Natalie." We made tracks while Kurt was still trying to decode my insult. Never try to out-pig Latin a master etective-day. As Natalie and I walked down the hall, she peeled off toward the vending machines. "See you at lunch," she said. "Going to replace a certain apple for a certain teacher?" The way she grunted and kept walking told me I'd hit the mark.
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