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Joe.
    "Squeaky—wants—Yummy—Tummy—Cream—Cake." Joe said the words as clearly as he could.
    "What are you talking about?" Angel asked.
    "Squeaky—wants—Yummy—Tummy—"
    "I heard what you said," she interrupted. "What I want to know is—are you crazy?"
    Joe pulled Angel closer.

    "Squeaky really does talk," he confided.
    "Yeah right," Angel said.
    "It's true!"
    "Joe, are you starting to believe your own tricks?" Angel shook her head. "Guinea pigs don't talk!"
    "I beg your pardon," Squeaky said.
    Angel turned slowly to the cage. Her mouth was open. She looked at Squeaky.
    "Hello," Squeaky said.
    Angel crossed her arms over her chest, and turned back to Joe.
    "How are you doing that?" she asked.
    "Doing what?" Joe sounded innocent without even trying.
    "Making him talk, dummy."
    "I'm not making him talk," Joe said.
    "Give the guy a break," Squeaky said. "He's innocent until proven guilty."
    "Shut up, you," Angel said, pointing her finger at Squeaky. She turned back to Joe. She shook her finger at him.
    "How are you doing that?" she demanded.
    "I'm not!"
    "You're trying to trick me. You know how I hate that," Angel accused. She lowered her voice as a busload of students came into the room.
    "No, I promise," he said. "I was in here by myself, and Squeaky started talking to me."
    "Someone has to be doing the talking," Angel said.
    She turned and ran into the coatroom. No one was there. She raced out and looked under the table.
    "I tell you, it has to be Squeaky," Joe said. "There's no one else."
    "I want Yummy Tummy Cream Cake!" Squeaky said.
    Angel looked at Squeaky. Then at Joe. "Cut it out," she yelled.
    "He forgot his scissors," Squeaky responded.
    Joe laughed.
    Angel stormed off to her desk. "I'm getting to the bottom of this if it's the last thing I do."
    More children shuffled into the room and took their seats.
    Lisa bit her lip to keep from laughing. She hadn't had this much fun since she moved here. Traci held her hand over her mouth.
    "This is the perfect plan," Traci whispered.
    "The only thing left to do is get back to our desks without being seen," Lisa said.
    "No problem," Traci said. "We can slip around by the shelves. No one will notice."
    Before either one of them could move, they heard some dreadful words.
    "Good morning, morning glories," Mrs. Flowers bubbled as she entered the room.

10
Trapped Under the Desk

    The class became quiet when Mrs. Flowers entered the room. Lisa completely forgot about the microphone in her hand.
    She blurted out, "Oh no! It's Mrs. Flowers!"
    The words came out loud and clear from Squeaky's cage.
    "Was that Squeaky?" somebody asked.
    The whole class stared at Squeaky.
    "I told you he could talk," Joe said to Angel.
    Mrs. Flowers stopped in the middle of her step. A hush fell over the class as she faced the students.
    "Hmmmmmmmm," Mrs. Flowers said. "Squeaky doesn't sound very glad to see me."
    Mrs. Flowers scanned the silent room.
    Lisa felt cramped under the desk. Her knees ached. Her back ached. She wanted to stretch her legs, but she didn't dare move.
    "I see Traci and Lisa are absent today," Mrs. Flowers said.
    Lisa looked at Traci. Traci ran her finger across her neck to show their heads being cut off. Lisa nodded. Traci was right. They were doomed. There was no way out.
    Click. Click. Click. Mrs. Flowers's high-heeled shoes clicked across the floor.
    "Where's she going?" Lisa whispered.
    "Sounds like the back of the room," Traci whispered back.
    Click. Click. Click. Silence.
    "Squeaky, Squeaky, Squeaky," Mrs. Flowers said. "I'm so sorry that you don't like me."
    "I do like you," Lisa said without thinking. Her response was again broadcast from Squeaky's cage to the room.
    The class roared with laughter. Mrs. Flowers cleared her throat loudly. The room got quiet.
    "I'm glad you like me," she said. "Squeaky, I believe there is something behind your cage. Let's have a look."
    Rip. Rip.
    Traci made a face. "The speaker," she