stuff like that.â
âOh, cauliflower steak.â Mike made a face. âInteresting. Does your dad work there, too?â
Liz spotted Holly Vickersâ dark wavy hair and headed for it. âMy dadâs a paleontologist who digs up bones for museums. He works at the old dinosaur graveyard outside of town.â
âCool!â said Mike, as they reached the table.
Liz sat between Holly and her brother Sean and across the table from Jeff Ryan.
âHey, guys,â said Mike. He set his tray down on the table next to Jeff and lifted his hand to Sean. âHowâs it going?â
Sean grinned and slapped Mikeâs hand. âExcellent, since I saw you five minutes ago.â
Jeff looked over at Mikeâs tray. âWhoa! You actually ordered the hambooger!â
âAnd heâs not eating it,â said Liz sternly. She pulled two shiny green apples out of her backpack and gave one to Mike.
âThanks,â said Mike. âBut apples donât do it for me anymore. After being shrunk to the size of a nickel, Iâm only interested in one thingâto eat and stay big.â
âThatâs two things,â said Liz. âWhich reminds me, Iâm starting a list right now. Iâm calling itâStuff That Needs to Change.â She pulled a pad out of her backpack and started to write. âNumber One. No More Weird Lunches.â
âI totally agree,â said Sean, pulling a blue candy eyeball from his lunch bag and popping it in his mouth. His father, Todd Vickers, was a horror movie director. He had lots of movie props. Some of them were edible.
âNumber Two,â said Liz. âNo Horror Stuff.â
âYou and Mr. Bell,â said Holly. âMrs. Carbonese, too. Theyâre trying to ban scary books from school. Thatâs what the assembly is all about.â
Sean turned to his sister. âBut do they know Dadâs coming in to film some school scenes for his next horror movie?â
âSean!â cried Holly. âItâs a surprise!â
Liz curled her lip at her friends then looked at Mike. âZoners? Yes, I think so.â
Mike laughed. âYou know, itâs all how you look at it. I donât think this place is as weird as you guys think it is. I mean, show me weird!â
Sean grinned. His teeth were blue.
âOh, gross!â Then Liz put down her pen and stared out into the hall. âUh ⦠guys?â
Everyone at the table turned to the door.
It was Principal Bell.
He was standing in the doorway. He was holding the American flag in his hands. Tears were streaming down his cheeks, like little rivers.
âMike,â whispered Liz. âYou wanted weird? Your wish has just been granted.â
Mr. Bell staggered into the cafeteria, holding up the flag. âI ⦠I ⦠I ⦠canât â¦!â
He pointed out the door and wept.
There, in a little grassy circle in the center of the parking lot, stood the flagpole.
Except that it wasnât a flagpole anymore.
It was aâflag pretzel! The long silver pole was twisted into a horrible knot.
âWhoa!â muttered Jeff. âWho would do that?â
âOh, my school!â sobbed Mr. Bell. Miss Lieberman came running from nowhere to comfort him. They stumbled back to the kitchen together.
Liz snapped her fingers. âYou know, guys, a lot of strange things have been going on here.â
âThis is news ?â said Sean.
âNo, listen. My mom heard from her lunch-lady friends that somethingâs getting into the food cellar under the kitchen.â
âMaybe itâs mice?â said Mike. âWe had mice in my old school.â
âNo way,â said Liz. âIâm talking about big stuff. Huge school-size packs of hot dogs andââ
âHog dogs, â mumbled Jeff.
âAnd bags of french fries,â Liz went on, âand hamburger meat, and big tubs of nacho cheese. But my mom
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