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Chapter 1
"What's the point about going on this field trip anyway?" Eddie complained as the bus stopped at a red traffic light. "I mean, it's all boring and stupid."

Howie, who sat right next to him, looked serious. "You better not say that!"

"Why?" asked Melody, who was wearing a red dress with pink spots and sitting next to her friend, Liza.

Howie pointed to the front of the bus. Mrs. Jeepers was wearing a long red-and-pink dress with bright blue tights and her brooch. She rubbed it gently and her smile faded.

"Howie, what's with all the pointing?" she asked. She was firm and rude. Her face went ghostly pale and shrugged.

Eddie was now angry. "Did you mean to do that!?"

"Do what?" asked Liza, who is sitting right beside Melody and is wearing a pink sweatshirt with matching red shorts.

"Point to our teacher......." Eddie's face was now green with envy.

Before the kids could say no more, they arrived at Monty's Seaside dockyard. They came face-to-face with Monty himself.

"I hope I'm not late for a special field trip..." he said worriedly. Mrs. Jeepers smiled and said nothing until they were next to a passenger boat.

"After you get in the boat, please take out your math books and turn to page six hundred one." she said.

Chapter 2
"Me!?" Melody squeaked. "I'm not going to do it!"

Eddie raised up a fist. "You better at least do it, otherwise we're going to starve."

Melody twirled her pigtail and sighed. She knew that was coming from her red-haired friend.

"Fine," she said angrily. "I'll do it."

Melody peeked over at the three-year-old's hair. It was the color of a bird's nest and it was short, but sweet. She moved slightly forward without making a sound. Melody then saw the face. The three-year-old's mouth was opened, but was covered by a thumb. After two whole mintues, the thumb was out and the three-year-old started to snore - loudly.

Eddie pluged his ears and he whispered, "I wish that boy would keep his mouth quiet."

"Shhh!" Howie hissed, which made Eddie quiet.

Like a normal three-year-old, the three-year old started kicking his legs and muttered in his sleep. Liza turned ghostly pale. Howie gasped. Eddie snickered.

Almost got them, Melody thought, reaching her arm out by the eggs, which in fact, was in front the boy's hair.

The women looked over and it was too late that Melody was just about to grab the eggs.

"What are you doing with my eggs?" she shouted. Her son's face slowly began to crumble and his lips soon started to tremble. Melody saw the red glow on the women's neck, but it's not a green brooch. It was a red one!

"I-I-I don't kn-know......." Melody's face turned the color as the red glow on the brooch.

Howie stood up and walked over to her. He grinned his firm smile, flashing his white teeh.

"I'm so sorry about this madam, but we were short on breakfast and we were wondering if we could borrow your eggs. Please? We're really starving."

The women checked Howie all over and then saw red and blonde hair peeking out on the the side of the bench.

"And whom may I ask are those two heads?" she demanded.

"I'm Eddie," the red-hair announced proudly. The blonde hair peeked up behind Eddie.

"And I'm Liza," she said shyly. "What's your name?"

The women nodded. "My name is Carolyn Jeanie Martins. This boy right here is my son, Monty. He's going back to his nap in a minute."

"Now, could we have some of your eggs?" Melody asked impatiently.

"Yes you may, but remember your manners next time." Ms. Martins said kindly, and handed the entire bag to the kids.