fingers jumped along her keyboard. âMmm,â she said.
âMom?â Ivy said.
âWhat?â
âCan you tie this knot?â
âYes,â said Ivyâs mom. Quickly, she leaned over and pulled on the string wrapped around Ivyâs wrists. She tied the ends in a knot.
âThanks,â said Ivy. She and Bean turned to leave. âBye.â
âMmm,â said Ivyâs mom, her fingers beginning to jump again.
They walked down the hall to the front door. Walking with their hands tied in front of them was weird. It made their stomachs stick out.
âWait,â called Ivyâs mom. She poked her head out of her office. âCan I ask why youâve tied your hands together?â
âItâs a global warming idea,â said Ivy.
âOh,â said Ivyâs mom. âWhat do you mean?â
âWell, you know how lots of animals are in trouble from global warming?â said Ivy. Her mom nodded. âTheyâd have a better chance if humans werenât so powerful.â
âIf humans werenât as strong and smart and stuff,â added Bean.
âSo we tied up our hands, to make it more fair,â said Ivy.
âWe thought about hitting ourselves on the head, so that weâd be dumber,â said Bean.
âBut then we thought that would hurt,â Ivy said. âSo we picked hands instead.â
âIf we canât move our hands, weâll be weaker,â said Bean. âAnd then the animals can take over.â
âThey could take over the world from the people,â said Ivy.
âItâs a very interesting idea,â said Ivyâs mom. She smiled. âWhere are you going now?â
âWeâre going to go outside and let the animals see that weâre weak,â said Ivy.
âWe may be eaten,â said Bean, âbut we donât mind.â
âItâs for science,â said Ivy.
âThatâs definitely a good cause,â said Ivyâs mom.
She didnât seem very worried, so Ivy said, âIf we do get eaten, bring our skeletons to the science fair.â
âWill do,â said Ivyâs mom and went back inside her office.
They stood in Ivyâs front yard, trying to show the animals that they were weak.
âCome and get us!â called Bean.
But the animals must have been napping, because it was Katy from down the block who answered. She stepped out of a camellia bush and stared at them.
âWhat are you doing?â she asked.
âGlobal warming,â said Bean.
âWeâre fighting it,â said Ivy. âWeâre giving the animals a chance toââ
Katy interrupted. âYou want to play Bad Orphanage?â
Katy had changed a lot. When she was little, she had only wanted to play House.
âNo, thanks,â said Ivy, âWeâre working on a science projectââ
âJust wait right here,â said Katy. She crawled into the camellia bush and backed out with a jump rope. âIâm the mean orphanage matron and youâre the orphans,â she said.
âNo,â said Ivy again. âWeâre doing a science project!â
Bean didnât say anything. She loved Bad Orphanage. She loved being the cruel matron who fed crusts to the orphans.
But Katy had her own plan. Katy was stringing her jump rope through their tiedhands. âYouâre my orphan prisoners!â she said and cackled a cruel orphanage matron cackle. âCry and scream,â she ordered them in her normal voice.
âNow wait just a cotton-picking minute here,â began Bean. If she didnât get to be a cruel matron, she didnât want to play.
âThis is a science project!â yelled Ivy.
Katy paid no attention to them. One thing about Katy hadnât changed. She had always been a tough cookie. âMarch!â she bellowed, and pulled on her end of the rope.
âNo!â said Ivy.
âMarch or Iâll