handle large groups of third-graders,” Mrs. Derkman replied. “So I’m going to take some of these children into the next room. You can handle the others.”
“No!” Katie shouted without thinking. She didn’t want to be in charge.
“Excuse me?” Mrs. Derkman said.
Katie sighed. She had forgotten she was supposed to be Mr. Weir. “I mean, no problem,” she corrected herself.
Mrs. Derkman took Jeremy, Becky, Zoe, and Manny into the next room. Everyone else stayed with Katie.
“Man, I can’t believe we got stuck with Mr. Weird,” Kevin whispered to Suzanne. “He hates kids.”
“Would you rather be with Mrs. Derkman?” Suzanne asked him.
Kevin sighed. “I’d rather be out on the playground,” he said.
Suzanne turned to Katie. “Mr. Weir,” she said. “I heard the dinosaurs were all beautiful colors, like birds. Is that true?”
Katie had no idea. So she gave a Mr. Weir kind of answer. “How should I know? I’m not old enough to have been around in the time of the dinosaurs.”
“I was just asking,” Suzanne muttered.
“Oh, look at this one,” Miriam pointed to a nest with a few eggs and some smaller dinosaur skeletons in it. “It’s a baby. What kind of dinosaur is this, Mr. Weir?”
“Not a very smart one,” Katie said.
“Huh?” Miriam asked.
“Any dinosaur that would have children would have to be foolish,” Katie explained.
“Oh, man, this stinks!” Kevin moaned as he read one of the signs.
“What does?” Suzanne asked him.
Kevin pointed to a sign next to one of the smaller dinosaurs. “It says here that none of the dinosaur skeletons in this room are real. They’re just models.”
“The real dinosaurs are probably in museums in the big cities,” Suzanne told him. “Just like the real mummies. Isn’t that right, Mr. Weir?”
Before Katie could answer, a loud shout came from the other side of the room.
“Yeehah! Ride ’em, cowboy!” someone yelled.
Katie turned around just in time to see George sitting on the back of a model of a huge meat-eating dinosaur!
“How did you get up there?” Kevin asked, impressed.
“I climbed up the tail,” George answered. He pointed to the trail of bones that led from the floor, straight up to the dinosaur’s head. “See, it’s like a ladder.”
“Cool. I want to try it next,” Kevin said.
This was getting out of hand. Katie couldn’t let the boys climb up and down on the dinosaurs. “George, get down from there right now!” she demanded.
“No way, Mr. Weird,” George answered. “A cowboy doesn’t get down till he’s thrown from the horse. Yeehah!” He pretended to swing an imaginary lasso.
“Please get down,” Katie tried again. “You’re going to get in trouble.”
“That won’t scare George,” Suzanne told her. “He’s always in trouble.”
Katie reached up and tried to grab George. But George was quicker—he leaped from the dinosaur’s back onto the floor. Then he ran off.
“George! Get back here!” Katie ordered. But George just kept on running. Katie followed him. Suzanne, Kevin, Mandy, and Miriam ran after Katie.
George darted into a large room. The sign on the door read “Not Open to the Public.” But George didn’t take the time to read the sign. He just ran right in.
Inside the room were two dinosaur models and all sorts of tools. This was the room where the museum’s scientists put together the model dinosaurs. But the scientists weren’t in there right now.
Unfortunately, George was.
“George! Get out!” Katie shouted as she followed him into the room.
Quickly, George climbed up the long tail of one of the dinosaurs. He sat on the dinosaur’s big head and stuck his tongue out.
That made Katie mad. She started to climb up the dinosaur’s tail after George. But the fake bones couldn’t hold the weight of a grown man. And that’s just what Katie was at the moment . . .
CRASH!
Chapter 8
The dinosaur’s tailbones collapsed to the floor like giant prehistoric