No Girls Allowed (Dogs Okay) (6 page)
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Authors: Trudi Trueit
I reach out. I grab. It's a little squishy. And a lot noisome, as Isabelle would say. Even the plastic rooster is looking the other way.
“What do you feed this dog?” I fling the poop into the bag. “This is the most disgusting stuff I've everâ”
I look up at Doyle. We're both thinking the same thing. This is it. We've done it! At last, we've found the final ingredient for Isabelle's Smell.
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Super Spy Strikes Again
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id you bring it?”
“Yep.”
Doyle wiggles his fingers. “Hand it over. I mean, smell it over!”
I look around the playground for Isabelle's fluffy pink coat. I don't see it. Of course, that doesn't mean she isn't lurking somewhere. My sister is a good lurker. I unzip my jacket pocket.
Doyle looks confused. “Where is it?”
“I couldn't bring the big sprayer. I ride the bus with Super Spy, remember?”
“Right.”
The plastic spray bottle I take out of my pocket is
about five inches tall. My dad has a bunch of these scattered all over the house. They hold the liquid cleaner for his eyeglasses. I snagged one that was almost empty to fill with my new formula for Isabelle's Smell.
I hold up the bottle. “Ready?”
Doyle leans forward.
I take off the black cap. “Set.”
He sticks his nose in the air.
“Go!” I pump once.
A thick, grayish brown cloud floats between us.
“Pee-eeew!” Doyle shrieks. He stumbles backward.
Coughing, I put the cap back on the bottle. My eyes are stinging, but I can see that a group of second graders have noticed us. I grab my best friend, spin him around, and we start walking across the playground.
ISABELLE: SUPER SPY!
X-RAY EYES see through backpacks, lunch bags, and classroom walls
DOLPHIN SUPERSENSITIVE EARS hear me burp from a mile away
GIGANTOR BRAIN remembers every toy of hers I've broken since we were two
FLYING FINGERS take notes faster than a speeding spit wad
MEGAMOUTH tattles before I've even finished making the spit wad
FEET OF FIRE race from the playground to the vice principal's office in 3.7 seconds! Whooooosh!
MY INVENTIONS
INVENTION | GOOD THING | BAD THING |
licorice toothpaste | tastes great | black teeth |
peanut butter root beer | my two favorite foods | lumpy root beer |
squirrel parachute | saves baby squirrels from falling out of nests | Mom won't let me test it out on squirrels |
bite-proof shark suit | if you look like a shark in the water, real sharks won't attack, right? | Mom won't let me test it out on my sister |
sister-be-gone spray (Isabelle's Smell) | stinks like crazy | doesn't last long enough; sister comes back |
“That stuff is rank,” says Doyle, filling his lungs with fresh air. “You did it, Scab. You finally invented something good. Sorry, I didn't meanâ”
