baking.
They mixed everything the book said to mix, step by step by step. They also mixed in someeggshells. (That was an accident. They got them out, mostly.) Then all they needed were chocolate chips!
“Hey!” Sophie said, poking all around the pantry.
“Hay is for horses,” Kate joked.
“No, hey is for ‘Where are the chocolate chips?!’” Sophie said.
She poked around some more. Kate poked, too. Where could they be?
Sophie checked all the cabinets. And the drawers. And the fridge. But there was not even one chocolate chip!
“What do we do?” Sophie cried.
“Well … I guess we could put in something else,” Kate said. “Do you have any other kind of chips?”
Sophie shook her head. She did not.
She guessed she could use some of her money to buy more chocolate chips at the store. But she really did not want to.
One thing was for sure: When Sophie was areal zillionaire, she would always keep chocolate chips around. A whole cabinet full!
“I know! How about we put in gum?” Kate suggested.
Sophie shook her head again. “I don’t have any. And besides, you’d have to keep chewing the cookies forever then. That might be sort of gross.”
“We should have made Rice Krispies Treats, I guess,” Kate said.
Sophie started to sigh. But then she stopped. “Hey!”
“Hay is for —” Kate said. But Sophie held up her hand.
“Horses. I know,” Sophie said. She grinned. “But listen to this. We know Rice Krispies are good in treats. Do you think they’d be good in cookies?”
“Yes!” Kate’s eyes lit up.
They ran to the pantry and grabbed the cereal box. They dumped a few Rice Krispies into the dough. Then they dumped in a lot. Then they stirred and stirred until they couldn’t feel their arms anymore.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Kate asked.
“I think so,” said Sophie. “It’s oven time, Mom!”
W hile the cookies baked, Sophie fixed her sign. She crossed out CHOCKLIT CHIP and wrote RICE KRISPEE. And she added TOP SECRET RESSIPY across the top.
She tried to taste one cookie right out of the oven. It was so hot that it burned her tongue.
Ouch!
She waited for another to cool. Kate did, too. Then they tried again.
Yum!
The Rice Krispies were good! Sophie missed the chocolate chips, but not as much as she thought she would.
They piled the cookies high on a plate.
“Ready to make some money?” Sophie asked.
“You bet!” Kate said.
Kate grabbed the plate, and Sophie grabbedthe sign and an empty baby wipes box. That was for keeping the money they made in. She hoped it was big enough.
Their plan was to get the folding table from the garage. They would set it up on the sidewalk out front and sell and sell until every single delicious cookie was gone.
But before they got to the door, Sophie’s dad came in with Max. Sophie stopped and stared at them. They looked like they’d been swimming — in their clothes!
“It’s raining cats and dogs out there!” Sophie’s dad said. Then he shook his hair. A puddle was forming under him. Max jumped down and splashed around.
Sophie’s jaw fell.
No, no, no!
It could not rain! Not now! Not on her bake sale!
“No, no, no! It can’t rain! Not now! Not on my bake sale!” she cried.
“Sorry, Sophie,” her dad said. “I think that will have to wait now.”
He took off his coat. Then he sniffed. “Mmm,smells good!” He grinned. “Hey, can I have a cookie?”
“Hay is for horses. But yes,” Kate said. She held the plate out.
Sophie’s dad reached for it. But Sophie quickly stopped him. She held up her sign. “That will be five dollars, please!”
Her dad’s jaw fell open this time.
“Five
dollars
? For one cookie? That seems like a lot,” he said.
Sophie shrugged. “It’s for a good cause, Dad,” she said.
“Really? What?” he asked.
Sophie raised her chin. “So I can be a zillionaire!”
“And so I can buy gum,” Kate added, smiling wide. She held out the cookie plate again.
Sophie waited