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Free,” Crench muttered, chewing hard. He was chewing up the wrappers and swallowing them.
    â€œBut they were MINE!” I cried. “Don’t you see? He’s a THIEF!”
    CHOMP, CHOMP, CHOMP!
    â€œThat’s harsh, Bernie,” Feenman said. “Give the kid a break.”
    â€œYeah,” Crench agreed. “He’s a good dude. Very generous.”
    â€œBut—but—” I sputtered.
    â€œYou’re just jealous,” Feenman said. “Because he’s so good looking.”
    â€œHuh? Good-looking?” I cried. “Does he have dimples like these?” I flashed my prize-winning dimples.
    CHOMP, CHOMP, CHOMP!
    They didn’t answer me.
    â€œDudes, he put up pictures of angels all over my room,” I said. “How can I sleep with angel eyes staring at mefrom everywhere?”
    â€œI think they’re kinda cute,” Crench said.
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    GAAAAACK!
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    â€œAngel said he could get us free Foamy Root Beer,” Feenman said. “And free doughnuts.”
    â€œAnd he said he’d try to get us a bigger room,” Crench added.
    Wow. Angel was turning my own friends against me. I had to do something—fast.
    But fast wouldn’t be fast enough—because Angel had more plans to take over the dorm and push me out.
    And they started the very next morning with a really big shock!

Chapter 8
A NGEL I S A G OOD B IRD
    I woke up with sunshine beaming into my eyes. “Huh? Where am I?” I lifted my head and squinted into the light. Oh, yeah.”
    It took me a few seconds to remember that I was now sleeping in a cot under the window in my room. With a sigh I raised myself higher and glanced over at MY bed.
    Angel sat on the side of the bed in his striped pajamas. And what was that fatlump next to him?

    Gassy! My pet! My bulldog! Snoring away at the foot of the bed.
    â€œHey—what’s up with him?” I cried. “That’s my dog!”
    Angel flashed me the first smile of the morning. Sunshine shimmered around him, a halo of light above his golden hair.
    â€œGassy seems to like dog biscuits,” he said.
    I shook myself awake. “Huh? Dog biscuits?”
    Angel nodded. “I gave him a whole box for his breakfast.”
    â€œBut—but—” I stammered. “That will make him sick .”
    The fat bulldog let out a snort. He had a big smile on his face.
    Angel raised his hands to his cheeks. “Oh, my gosh and goodness. I hope I didn’t do anything wrong,” he said. “I’d never do anything to hurt you oryour doggie, Bernie pal.”
    He petted Gassy’s big lump of a head. The dog sighed softly. “Look—he likes me,” Angel said. “I think he’s MY dog now!”
    My bed. My dresser. My friends. My DOG?
    â€œNo way!” I cried.
    I jumped off the cot. “Come with me, boy,” I said to Gassy. “You know who you belong to. Come over here with me.”
    I grabbed the big dog’s collar and started to tug him off Angel’s bed.
    Grrrrrrrrr. Gassy bared his teeth and snarled at me.
    â€œWhoa!” I jumped back.
    Angel laughed. Gassy raised his head, stuck out his fat tongue, and started to lick Angel’s face. That made Angel laugh even harder.
    â€œSorry, Bernie. What can I say? He loves ME now!”
    I turned away and walked over to the birdcage in one corner. Maybe a box of lousy dog biscuits made Gassy a traitor. But I still had my sweet parrot.
    I pulled the cover off the cage and leaned down to greet the beautiful bird. “Good morning, Lippy,” I said. “How are you today, sweetie?”
    Lippy tilted his green head. He gazed out at me with one eye.
    â€œAngel is a good bird!” he squawked. “Angel is a good bird! Bernie bites! Bernie bites big time!”
    GAAAAAACK!
    I reached in to pet my adorable parrot. PLOP. He dropped something hot and sticky into my hand.
    GAAAAACK AGAIN!
    Angel had turned both of my