Excerpts for Dial M for Mongoose
School-wide sabotage . . . Jerry Dooty extended his cupped paws. "I found these on the floor in Maureen's office." We leaned closer. He held a bunch of little-bitty pieces of wood. Headless matchsticks. "I thought they seemed a little . . . I don't know, suspicious?" he whined. "Figured I'd take them to Principal Zero, see what he thought." Natalie frowned. "You think he'll think she's suspicious?"" I think he'll think she's not thinking," said Mr. Dooty. "Maybe he'll think she made the stink." "The stink?" I snapped. "You think?" "I think." Jerry Dooty gave an elaborate shrug. "But who cares what I think? I'm just the assistant janitor." Could he be right? Could my mongoose pal have sunk so low? I shook my head. Never in a million lunchtimes. Mr. Dooty shuffled past us, droning, "But I'll tell you one thing--" Before he could finish his one thing, three things happened. First, Natalie sneezed. "Ha-CHOO!" Second, an eerie creaking, like the front doors to a thousand haunted houses, filled the air. And third, with a loud FOOMPF! the one-story building next to us collapsed.