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said.
    â€œDon’t worry,” I told her. “We’ll clean Beast up so he won’t be as scary as in real life.”
    â€œNo way,” she said. “I won’t do a movie with the kid who ate the class hamster.”
    â€œIt was an accident,” I told her. “Beast just wanted a taste !”

    â€œNo way, Bernie,” April-May said, shaking her head. “I promised Sherman Oaks I’d star in his video. Sherman is gonna win, and he said he’ll let me be in B. A. Gool’s new movie.”
    I rolled my eyes. “What kind of horror movie is Sherman making? His life story?”
    â€œHa-ha, Bernie,” April-May sneered. “You’re about as funny as gas pains.”
    See? She’s totally nuts about me. She just doesn’t know how to show it.
    April-May pulled the gum off my forehead, popped it back into her beautiful mouth, and hurried away.
    I took two steps toward the School House—and two strong hands pulled me into the hedge. I let out a gasp. “Jennifer!”
    The Ecch had me by the neck.
    â€œHoney Eyebrows, did I hear you correctly?” she asked. “Were you telling April-May that you want ME to star in Beauty and the Beast II ?”
    â€œYes, we’re gonna call it Beast and the Beast !” I joked.
    Uh-oh.
    Bad joke.
    Very bad joke.
    â€œJennifer—please—” I begged. “You can take a joke—right?”
    â€œSure, I can,” she said. “But right now, let’s rehearse another scene from MY movie!”

Chapter 8
D ON’T T ELL A NYONE
    That afternoon, I spotted Sherman Oaks’s pal Wes Updood. He was setting up equipment behind the Student Center. I jogged over to him.
    â€œWhussup, dude?” I said to Wes Updood.
    He nodded at me. “Hearty granola,” he said. “Bucket of slops. Ya know?”
    â€œFor sure,” I replied.
    Wes is the coolest, hippest guy at Rotten School. He is so totally cool, no one understands what he’s saying!
    â€œWhat is this stuff?” I asked, pointing at the talllamps and boxes of electronics in front of him.
    â€œShake your salt,” Wes said. “Shake your salt and pepper. But don’t shake your booty.”
    â€œNo problem,” I said.
    â€œShaker Heights,” Wes said. “Be there or be square. Know what I mean?”
    â€œAkron, Ohio,” I replied. I was trying to get on his wavelength.
    He burst out laughing. “Akron, Ohio?” he repeated. “Ha-ha-ha-ha. Good one! Lake Erie, dude!” He laughed some more.
    Luckily, Sherman Oaks came strolling up to us. He slapped my shoulder. “Bernie, old buddy,” he said. “You came to try out for my movie? You’re a little early. Auditions don’t start till three.”
    I blinked. “Try out for your movie?”
    â€œI guess you just can’t wait to be in it,” Sherman said.
    â€œMahwah, New Jersey,” Wes Updood muttered. He pulled more equipment from a large trunk.
    â€œYou’re joking,” I told Sherman. “Why would anyone want to be in your movie when they can be in mine ?”
    Sherman snickered in reply. “What’s your movie called, Bernie?”
    â€œI’m not telling,” I said. “What’s your movie called?”
    â€œ Don’t Tell Anyone ,” Sherman replied.
    â€œI won’t tell anyone,” I said. “What’s it called?”
    â€œ Don’t Tell Anyone ,” Sherman said again.
    I raised my right hand in the air. “I promise I won’t tell. What’s your movie called?”
    â€œ Don’t Tell Anyone ,” Sherman repeated.
    â€œOkay, forget it,” I muttered. “ Don’t tell me what it’s called. I don’t care. What makes you think you can do a movie that’s as good as mine?”
    He snickered again. “Maybe because of this little contraption my parents bought for me,” he said.
    I stared at the