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    â€œWhy should we buy a piece of duct tape?” somebody asked.
    â€œSo we can duct tape Mr. Klutz to the wall,” Ms. Sue replied.
    â€œHuh? What?” asked Mr. Klutz.
    Ms. Sue grabbed a roll of duct tape and announced that for a dollar anyone could buy a piece and use it to tape Mr. Klutz to the wall.

    â€œThat sounds like fun,” said Ryan.
    â€œLet’s do it!” said Michael.
    â€œI always wanted to duct tape Mr. Klutz to a wall,” said Neil the nude kid.
    â€œUh, okay, I guess,” said Mr. Klutz.
    Duct taping the principal to a wall sounded like a weird idea to me. But a whole bunch of people lined up to buy a piece of duct tape. One by one, they put their tape on Mr. Klutz and attached him to the wall of the school.
    Soon he was almost completely covered with duct tape. All you could see were Mr. Klutz’s mouth and his bald head popping out over the top. He couldn’t move. It looked like a turtle was taped to the wall. I had to admit, it was pretty hilarious.
    â€œNow throw Nerf balls at him!” shouted Ms. Sue. “Fifty cents per throw!”

    We threw Nerf balls at Mr. Klutz until none of us had any money left.
    â€œWe raised another three hundred dollars!” announced Ms. Sue. She put the money into the money box and raised the line on the giant thermometer.
    But we still didn’t have five thousand dollars. We were seven hundred dollars short. People put away their wallets and started packing up their stuff to go home.
    â€œWait!” Ms. Sue shouted into the bullhorn. “I have an announcement to make!”
    Everybody stopped what they were doing. I looked at Ms. Sue. Alexia looked at Ms. Sue. Mr. Klutz, who was duct taped to the wall, looked at Ms. Sue. Everybody was looking at Ms. Sue. You could hear a pin drop. 
    Well, not really, because nobody brought any pins with them. 
    Ms. Sue reached into her purse and pulled out her checkbook.
    â€œI’m writing a personal check for seven hundred dollars,” she said.
    â€œWhat?!” said Mr. Klutz. “You’re going to donate your own money?”
    â€œNo,” Ms. Sue replied. “The money will come out of my daughter Alexia’s college fund.”
    WHAT?!
    â€œGasp!” everybody gasped.
    â€œMom!” yelled Alexia.
    Ms. Sue wrote out a check and went over to give it to Mr. Klutz, who was still duct taped to the wall.
    â€œDon’t do it, Mom!” shouted Alexia. “I want to go to college someday!”
    â€œI really don’t think it’s a good idea for you to raid Alexia’s college fund,” said Mr. Klutz.
    â€œThe new playground equipment will be enjoyed by hundreds of students,” said Ms. Sue. “The college fund was only for one.”
    â€œBut she’s your daughter!” shouted Mr. Klutz.
    â€œCollege isn’t for everybody,” said Ms. Sue.
    â€œYour mom is weird,” I whispered to Alexia.
    â€œI told you she goes overboard,” Alexia whispered back.
    â€œShe falls out of boats a lot?” I asked.
    â€œNo! I already told you! She gets carried away.”
    Ms. Sue wanted to put the check in Mr. Klutz’s pocket, but he was covered with duct tape. So she tried to stick it in his mouth.
    â€œNo! I refuse to accept that check,” said Mr. Klutz, closing his lips so she couldn’t put the check in his mouth. “We don’t need the playground equipment.”
    â€œPlease!” Ms. Sue begged, trying to pry his mouth open with her fingers so she could put the check in it. “Take my daughter’s college fund! Don’t you care about children?”
    Mr. Klutz refused to open his mouth. 
    Well, that was that. We weren’t going to reach five thousand dollars. That meant no playground equipment. No night in jail for Mr. Klutz.

    Finally, Ms. Sue gave up trying to stick the check in Mr. Klutz’s mouth. She ripped it into little pieces. Then she fell