cook you alive!â shrieked Katy. She yanked on the rope again, and Ivy and Bean almost fell over.
Across the street, Sophie W. came out on her porch and saw Ivy and Beanâs tied hands. âWhatcha doing?â she called.
âThese are my orphan prisoners!â hollered Katy. âCome on! You can be the other cruel matron.â
âYouâre stopping scientific progress!â Ivy yelled.
âRight!â yelled Bean. âThis is about global warming!â
âWrong!â yelled Katy. âThis is about orphans!â
Sophie W. ran around Pancake Court, and joined Katy dragging them along the sidewalk. Ivy and Bean twisted and turned their hands, but they couldnât undo the knots in the rope.
âNow letâs dump them in the orphanage basement,â Sophie said. She pointed at Katyâs front yard. âThatâs the orphanage basement.â
âAnd then letâs give them the rack,â suggested Katy.
âHEY!â yelled Ivy and Bean together.
âOh, donât worry,â said Sophie. âWe wonât hurt you for real.â
Katy cackled. She might hurt them for real.
She tied them tightly to her porch railing. âLetâs get another rope,â she said. âSo we can stretch them.â
âYeah!â said Sophie W.
Together, they ran off, laughing.
âBoy,â said Bean. âThat Katy is a wacko. Letâs get out of here.â
They wiggled their hands, trying to loosen the ropes. It was too bad that Ivyâs mom tied knots so well.
âYou know,â said Ivy. âThis is exactly what Dottsy must feel like.â
Bean looked at the rope that connected them to the railing. âIsnât this what we were trying for? Weâre weak and we canât do anything.â
Ivy nodded.
âI donât think this is making the animals stronger,â Bean said.
âNo. I guess itâs not,â said Ivy.
Bean shook her head. âBummer. I thought we were on to something.â
âMe too,â said Ivy. âIt might work if all the people in the whole world tied their hands together.â
âEspecially Katy,â said Bean. âBut I guess making people weaker wonât make animals stronger, unless the animals know it.â
âNow we have to think of another idea,â sighed Ivy.
They heard the slap-slap of Katyâs sandals as she zoomed along the sidewalk. âWe have
two
ropes and weâre going to string you up!â she yelled. âPrepare to meet your maker!â
Rice and Bean
MacAdam had made a battery out of a lime, a penny, and a paper clip. He showed it to the class and then he showed a picture of a car with a zillion limes attached to it. The limes made the car go.
âSo MacAdamâs idea is to use limes instead of gasoline to fuel cars. Is that it, MacAdam?â said Ms. Aruba-Tate.
MacAdam nodded.
âVery good idea, MacAdam,â said Ms. Aruba-Tate. âLimes are a clean kind of energy, arenât they? Clean energy means energy that doesnât make pollution. Scientists all over the world are trying to find clean energy to use instead of gasoline. Can anyone think of another kind of clean energy?â
Bean and Ivy exchanged looks. How come they hadnât thought of limes? How come MacAdam had? âMust be something in the dirt,â whispered Bean. MacAdam liked to eat dirt.
âYes, Bean? Can you think of another kind of clean energy?â Ms. Aruba-Tate said eagerly.
What? Clean energy? She should know this! Bean panicked. âRice!â she yelled.
âRice?â Ms. Aruba-Tate looked surprised and interested. âWow! Is that what your science fair project is about?â
Bean didnât know what to say. âYes!â she yelled. âRice energy! Itâs clean!â She couldnât stop yelling. Ivy was looking at her like sheâd lost her mind. âIvy and I have discovered rice