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time.” I yawned and stretched.
    Barky turned toward the open garage door. He growled a low, angry growl.
    â€œWhat’s up, boy?” I asked.
    That’s when I heard it. The scraping sound of skateboard wheels.
    Get a grip, Hannah, I thought. It’s probably just Tori on her Big Wheels again.
    But Tori wouldn’t be out this late—would she?
    â€œArk! Ark! Ark!” my dog yapped.
    My heart began thumping in my chest.
    â€œArk! Ark! Ark!”
    I took a deep breath and went back to my work. I hoped that maybe, if I just concentrated on my sculpture, they would go away.
    I wasn’t that lucky.
    â€œHey—yo!” Mike Burger hopped off his skateboard and burst into the garage.
    â€œYo—hey!” His brother Roy did the same.
    A chill ran up my spine. The clay fell out of my hand.
    â€œWhat are you two creeps doing here? Isn’t it past your bedtime?” I snapped.
    â€œYo. What’s up?” Mike asked.
    Roy stepped up to my sculpture of myself. “Who’s this?” he grunted. “Your dog?”
    â€œNo way. That’s a pig!” Mike declared.
    They both tossed back their pudgy, round heads and giggled like hyenas. “Huh-huh-huh-huh.”
    â€œHa-ha. Remind me to laugh,” I muttered. “Would you two please leave? I’m trying to work and— hey!”
    I cried out as Roy pulled the head off my sculpture. “Mike—think fast!” He heaved it across the garage to his brother.
    â€œStop it! Give it back!” I screamed.
    I jumped up and dove at Mike. He held it up high, out of my reach.
    â€œWhat do you think, Roy—dog or pig?” Mike asked his brother.
    He tossed the head back to Roy.
    â€œMonkey,” Roy replied, catching the head against his chest.
    â€œHey, yeah,” Mike agreed. “Just like this monkey in the middle!”
    They tossed the head back and forth to each other. I ran between them, reaching up to catch the head—and missing. Barky ran furiously back and forth too, barking his head off.
    Each time one of the Burgers caught the head, the wet clay made a sickening splat. And I could see the head squish flatter and flatter.
    â€œPlease stop!” I begged. “You don’t know how long I worked on that!”
    Roy grinned. “Okay. You can have it back. Catch!”
    He flung the head straight up in the air.
    I watched it sail up until it hit the ceiling of the garage. It stuck for a moment. Then started to fall.
    I made a diving catch.
    The head brushed against my fingertips. Then it splattered on the concrete floor at my feet.
    I knelt by the head of my sculpture.
    I picked it up. A gray, shapeless blob.
    My face turned red hot. My whole body trembled with anger.
    â€œNice try, butterfingers,” Roy giggled.
    â€œLooks better to me,” Mike chimed in. “I think we fixed it!”
    They hooted and howled.
    Then they climbed back on their skateboards and disappeared.
    Okay, Burgers, I thought. You asked for it. This time you messed with me once too often.
    It’s payback time.

12

    I found Jesse and Gene in Jesse’s room. Gene was down on his hands and knees, puzzling over the pieces of the TV set.
    I dragged Jesse to my room and told him that I agreed with him. “We have to make a wish to pay back the Burger brothers. But how should we ask it? We have to be careful.”
    â€œLet’s just turn them into bugs or something,” Jesse suggested.
    I shook my head. “They already are bugs!” I grumbled.
    I thought for a moment. “How about if we wish that they get stuck to their skateboards permanently!”
    Jesse shook his head. “Not good,” he murmured. “They’d probably like that!”
    â€œYou’re right,” I agreed. I rubbed the palms of my hands together, thinking. “What if we made them really fat? So fat they could barely move?”
    Jesse made a face. “I don’t think making them