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record and get in that book! Then I’d be superfamous.”
    “Famous. Famous. Famous. YOU are a broken record,” Stink told her.
    “Hardee-har-har,” said Judy.
    “You know how you collect stuff, like Band-Aids?” said Frank. “You could break a record for collecting something. Like the most pizza tables.”
    “Or scabs!” said Judy.
    “Bluck,”
said Stink. “There’s a guy in here who collects throw-up bags from airplanes. He has two thousand one hundred and twelve. One bag even has a connect-the-dots drawing of Benjamin Franklin on it.”
    “That’s way better than scabs,” said Judy.
    “Hey, look,” Rocky said, reading over Stink’s shoulder. “World’s longest word. Spell that and you could be the next Jessica Finch.”
    The word was:
Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis.
    “Whoa. Forty-five letters,” said Frank, counting.
    “Not even Queen Bee herself could spell that!” said Judy.
    “It says here it’s an ucky disease from volcanoes,” Rocky said. “No lie.”
    “Wait! I got it. There’s a guy in here with the longest neck,” said Stink. “We could all pull on your head to stretch your neck out!”
    “I want to be famous, not a giraffe,” said Judy.

    “With a giraffe neck you would be famous,” Stink told her.
    “Let me see that book.” Judy grabbed the book of records and flipped through the pages. Longest gum wrapper chain? It took thirty-one years to make! Longest fingernail? No way; the guy hasn’t cut his thumbnail since 1952. Best spitter? Judy could spit.
    Then she saw it. Right there on page 399.
    The human centipede!
    “Okay. Listen up. We’re going to be a giant creepy-crawly,” said Judy. “Let’s tie our shoelaces together, then walk like a caterpillar. The old record is ninety-eight feet and five inches. Rocky, remember last summer we measured with a string? It was one hundred feet to your house and back. So all we have to do is walk from here to Rocky’s and back to break the record.”
    They sat in a line, one behind the other, like desks in a row. First Judy, then Frank, Rocky, and Stink.
    “Hey, I’m always last!” said Stink.
    “You’re the rear end,” said Judy.
    “Tie one shoelace to the person in front, and one to the person in back,” she called.
    “How are we ever going to stand up?” asked Stink.
    “On the count of three,” Judy began. “One, two . . .” Judy took the first step. Frank’s foot shot up and out from under him. Like bowling pins, Frank toppled sideways, Rocky fell over on his ear, and Stink crashed on his elbows.
    Frank snorted first. Rocky cracked up so bad he sprayed everybody.
    “Hic-CUP!” said Stink.
    When they were finally standing, without anybody falling or snorting or hiccupping, they each tried to take a step. One . . . two . . . three.
    “The human centipede!” called Judy. She pictured the human centipede in her imagination — growing longer and longer, all wiggly and squiggly with tons of legs, and she, Judy Moody, at the head with biting fangs and poison claws!
    “Hssss!”
said Judy.
    “No hopping, Rocky,” called Frank.
    “My lace is all twisted,” said Rocky.
    “Hold up!” yelled Stink from the end of the line.

    That’s when it happened.
    Judy stopped, but the rest of the centipede kept going! They all began to fall.
Crunch!
Judy stepped on Frank’s hand. Frank’s other arm socked Rocky in the stomach. Stink’s foot landed in Rocky’s hair.
    Three steps, and they had crumbled into a human pretzel.
    “Hey! Watch it!” Stink yelled.
    “I’m all twisted,” Rocky said.
    “OWWWWWWWWWWWW!” Frank screamed. Frank was holding up his right arm with his left hand.
    Frank Pearl’s right pinky finger looked all floppy. It looked all floopy. Frank Pearl’s pinky was twice as fat as normal and dangled down the wrong way.

    “OOOH! What happened?” asked Judy.
    “It hurts . . . bad,” said Frank, tears streaming down his face. “Real bad.”
    “Stink, run and get