was dressed in a funny tuxedo and top hat. He waved at Judy. While the clowns did handsprings on the mat, Rocky walked over to a fancy box.
“Do we have a volunteer from the audience?” the ringmaster bellowed. “Someone brave enough to get sawed
in half
?”
Judy was out of her seat in a flash, waggling her arm. Rocky whispered to the ringmaster. He pointed his whip at Judy.
“Yay!” She raced into the ring. Rocky opened the box, motioning her in.
“Hey, Judy!” he said, grinning.
“Hey, Rock. I missed you.”
Rocky latched the door. Then he and the ringmaster lifted the box onto sawhorses. Rocky put his saw to the box and started sawing.
ZZZzzzz-ZZZzzzz!
Abracadabra!
She, Judy Moody, was sawed in half. Amazing! Then,
presto change-o,
she was put back together again in no time.
RARE
times two!
Thrill-a-delic
On a perfect summer evening, a week before school started, when even the mosquitoes weren’t biting, Rocky put on a backyard circus for the Moodys. Rocky was wearing his I WENT TO CIRCUS CAMP T-shirt, and Amy sported an I WENT TO BORNEO tee. Frank had on a ZOMBIES ARE UNDEAD shirt.
For the umpteenth time in the last ten days, Rocky said, “And now, before your very eyes, the one and only Judy Moody will be sawed in half.”
Judy held up the hand with her mood ring. Blue-green.
Relaxed, Calm.
“Can I be next?” asked Stink.
Rocky sawed through the middle of the magic box. Judy screamed, kicking her feet wildly. Rocky pushed the two pieces apart until it looked like Judy had been cut in two.
“Ta-da!” said Rocky. Everybody cheered, clapped, and whistled.
“Make sure you put her back!” said Dad.
“Yes,” said Mom. “We only just got home!”
“Wow, Rock. That is worth MEGA POINTS!” said Amy.
Rocky pushed the pieces back together. He opened the lid. Judy sat up, in one piece, revealing her handmade I WENT ON A POOP PICNIC! T-shirt.
She climbed out of the box. “Don’t rub it in, okay? Just ’cause YOU guys beat the pants off me and won the race…”
Opal smiled, motioning Judy over. She whispered to Mom and Dad, “Can I borrow Judy for a few minutes? I promise I’ll bring her back in ONE piece.”
Opal led Judy to the driveway, where she handed her a helmet. They hopped on Zeke’s black Vespa and she kick-started the engine with a loud
vroom!
Judy held on to Aunt Opal as they peeled out into the dark night.
“Are you sure you can drive one of these?” Judy asked.
“Duh! I drove one of these across the Sahara! How do you think I got Zeke to let me borrow it?”
Opal zipped through Judy’s neighborhood, down Main Street, and turned a corner. Pulling up alongside the Mary Louise Shipman Public Library, she cut the engine. “C’mon,” Aunt Opal whispered, stepping off the Vespa. She grabbed a package wrapped in newspaper strapped to the back. “We have to be quick.”
Two stern-looking stone lions flanked the front steps. “These guys are WAY too serious, don’t you think?” Opal asked. She unwrapped the newspaper and out came the two garbage-can hats, good as new.
“Wow! You fixed them!” Judy cried. She rushed over to place the hats on the lions.
“Yup! Which means you NOW have… drumroll, please… TEN thrill points for guerilla art!”
“I did it! FINALLY!” Judy held out her hand. “Look, Aunt Opal, my mood ring’s purple.”
“Don’t tell me. Purple means
Joyful, On Top of the World.
”
“You knew!”
“Yup. So,” Opal said, “it’s probably a good thing you didn’t spend the summer in your room.”
“For sure and absolute positive. I wouldn’t have walked on a tightrope, or ridden the Scream Monster, or gone on a scary midnight stakeout…”
“Or had a poop picnic,” Opal added. Judy and Aunt Opal cracked up.
“OR found Mr. Todd, OR been in a car chase, OR gotten sawed in half at the circus, OR… spent the best summer ever… with you.”
Opal wrapped an arm around Judy as they headed back to the Vespa.
“I have
“Do we have a volunteer from the audience?” the ringmaster bellowed. “Someone brave enough to get sawed
in half
?”
Judy was out of her seat in a flash, waggling her arm. Rocky whispered to the ringmaster. He pointed his whip at Judy.
“Yay!” She raced into the ring. Rocky opened the box, motioning her in.
“Hey, Judy!” he said, grinning.
“Hey, Rock. I missed you.”
Rocky latched the door. Then he and the ringmaster lifted the box onto sawhorses. Rocky put his saw to the box and started sawing.
ZZZzzzz-ZZZzzzz!
Abracadabra!
She, Judy Moody, was sawed in half. Amazing! Then,
presto change-o,
she was put back together again in no time.
RARE
times two!
Thrill-a-delic
On a perfect summer evening, a week before school started, when even the mosquitoes weren’t biting, Rocky put on a backyard circus for the Moodys. Rocky was wearing his I WENT TO CIRCUS CAMP T-shirt, and Amy sported an I WENT TO BORNEO tee. Frank had on a ZOMBIES ARE UNDEAD shirt.
For the umpteenth time in the last ten days, Rocky said, “And now, before your very eyes, the one and only Judy Moody will be sawed in half.”
Judy held up the hand with her mood ring. Blue-green.
Relaxed, Calm.
“Can I be next?” asked Stink.
Rocky sawed through the middle of the magic box. Judy screamed, kicking her feet wildly. Rocky pushed the two pieces apart until it looked like Judy had been cut in two.
“Ta-da!” said Rocky. Everybody cheered, clapped, and whistled.
“Make sure you put her back!” said Dad.
“Yes,” said Mom. “We only just got home!”
“Wow, Rock. That is worth MEGA POINTS!” said Amy.
Rocky pushed the pieces back together. He opened the lid. Judy sat up, in one piece, revealing her handmade I WENT ON A POOP PICNIC! T-shirt.
She climbed out of the box. “Don’t rub it in, okay? Just ’cause YOU guys beat the pants off me and won the race…”
Opal smiled, motioning Judy over. She whispered to Mom and Dad, “Can I borrow Judy for a few minutes? I promise I’ll bring her back in ONE piece.”
Opal led Judy to the driveway, where she handed her a helmet. They hopped on Zeke’s black Vespa and she kick-started the engine with a loud
vroom!
Judy held on to Aunt Opal as they peeled out into the dark night.
“Are you sure you can drive one of these?” Judy asked.
“Duh! I drove one of these across the Sahara! How do you think I got Zeke to let me borrow it?”
Opal zipped through Judy’s neighborhood, down Main Street, and turned a corner. Pulling up alongside the Mary Louise Shipman Public Library, she cut the engine. “C’mon,” Aunt Opal whispered, stepping off the Vespa. She grabbed a package wrapped in newspaper strapped to the back. “We have to be quick.”
Two stern-looking stone lions flanked the front steps. “These guys are WAY too serious, don’t you think?” Opal asked. She unwrapped the newspaper and out came the two garbage-can hats, good as new.
“Wow! You fixed them!” Judy cried. She rushed over to place the hats on the lions.
“Yup! Which means you NOW have… drumroll, please… TEN thrill points for guerilla art!”
“I did it! FINALLY!” Judy held out her hand. “Look, Aunt Opal, my mood ring’s purple.”
“Don’t tell me. Purple means
Joyful, On Top of the World.
”
“You knew!”
“Yup. So,” Opal said, “it’s probably a good thing you didn’t spend the summer in your room.”
“For sure and absolute positive. I wouldn’t have walked on a tightrope, or ridden the Scream Monster, or gone on a scary midnight stakeout…”
“Or had a poop picnic,” Opal added. Judy and Aunt Opal cracked up.
“OR found Mr. Todd, OR been in a car chase, OR gotten sawed in half at the circus, OR… spent the best summer ever… with you.”
Opal wrapped an arm around Judy as they headed back to the Vespa.
“I have
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