Escape From the Carnival of Horrors
What do you want to do?
I don't know, Patty. What do you
want to do?
Not fair, Brad. I asked you
Patty and Brad. Your two best friends. Arguing. As
It's the last week of August. And Patty and Brad
haven't stopped fighting since your summer vacation started.
Patty likes being bossy. You don't mind, though. It's
no big deal.
It's hard to win a fight with her anyway. You don't
know why Brad even tries. You guess it's because he doesn't want to
look like a wimp in front of a girl.
There's nothing to do. I guess
I'll just go home, Brad says. He shoves his hands in his
pockets. Then his shoulders slump and he sort of shrivels up. You guess
Brad is kind of a wimp --- even if he is your best friend.
You're so boring, Brad,
Patty complains. Whenever Patty complains, her freckles really pop out.
Now there are about a million of them spead across her face.
Hey! I know what we should do!
Patty suddenly burst out.