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across the lawn. “That’s where you’ll park your motor scooters,” Alli said. She pointed to a long row of scooters. “I’ve assigned four bikes, and I wrote down the serial numbers for you.”
    â€œBeats walking!” I said.
    â€œThat lake over there is Pigge Lake,” Corky said. “It’s named after my great-great-great-grand-mater.Pigges have always loved the water.”
    â€œIt’s a sailboat lake,” Alli said. “You know. For radio-controlled sailboats.”
    â€œCool. Can you sink ’em?” Feenman asked.
    â€œHe’s joking!” I told Alli. “Feenman loves to joke.”
    â€œI love to sink things!” Feenman said.
    Alli pointed to an ivy-covered building with a wide, outdoor patio. “That’s Crumpet Hall,” she said. “That’s where we have afternoon tea.”
    I flashed her another winning Bernie B. grin. “I think we’ll feel right at home here,” I said.
    â€œI set up laptops in your rooms,” Alli said. “And I downloaded your schedules.”
    Crench’s mouth dropped open. “We each get our own room ?”
    â€œOf course,” Corky said. “You don’t share a room at your school, do you? Yuccch. That’s so unsanitary!”
    I pointed to six kids in shorts and white PPP T-shirts running around an asphalt track. “Who are they ?” I asked.
    â€œWe all warm up on the track for an hour every day,” Alli said. She checked her clipboard. “Let’ssee…I have you down for jogging at 6:30 to 7:30 every morning.”
    â€œPerfect!” I said. “Of course, Belzer will be jogging for me. My knees…my knees…a bad mountain-climbing accident.” I staggered a bit so she’d get the idea.
    Corky turned to me. “Didn’t you bring your invention? Where is it?”
    â€œYou mean our winning invention!” I said. “Belzer has it. Belzer, show it to them.”
    Belzer stared down at his empty hands. His face turned green, then pale white. He swallowed ten or twelve times. “Bernie, I…I don’t have it. I thought you had it.”
    â€œFeenman? Crench? Did you bring our brilliant invention?” I asked.
    They both shrugged. Feenman giggled. “Oops.”
    â€œDo you believe it? We forgot our invention,” I told Alli and Corky.
    Alli frowned. “Oh, wow. You need to think up a new one right away.”
    Sure, we messed up. But Bernie B. doesn’t know the word defeat . I grinned at Alli and Corky. “Wehave a million awesome ideas,” I said. “All winners! Total winners! I can’t wait to start!”
    â€œWell…first you have to see the headmaster,” Alli said.
    â€œHuh?” Feenman cried. “The headmaster? But we haven’t done anything really bad yet!”

Chapter 12
DON’T MAKE WAVES
    Headmaster Snute was a kindly looking old dude. He was dressed in the school uniform—white polo shirt and khaki shorts. And he had a beat-up, straw fishing hat on his head.
    He didn’t see us enter his office because he was leaning over a fish tank on his desk.
    He held a small fishing pole in one hand. The line dangled into the fish tank. Suddenly he snapped it back with a cry: “Gotcha, you sea devil!”
    He stared at the empty hook—then saw us. He smiled. “Ever go fishing for wild guppy?” he asked.

    â€œYou have to outsmart them. The wild guppy is one of your faster fish.”
    I flashed him my best smile. “My dad is a sportsman like you, sir,” I said. “He loves to fish, too. But he usually goes outside to fish.”
    Snute squinted at me. “Outside? You can fish outside ? Are you sure?”
    He gazed down at his crowded little fish tank. “I keep it well stocked with goldfish,” he said. He licked his lips. “Mighty tasty!”
    â€œThese are the contest winners from Rotten School,”