Escape from Mr. Lemoncello's Library
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zipping across the slick marble floor, Kyle and his team, trailed by Haley, practically slid into community meeting room. Be where Andrew Peck Kelman stood with a note Bad jotting down everything that was written on the whiteboard walls. Hey, showed alchemy. That's cheating. Andrew spun around. His eyes were the size of tennis balls behind his goggle glasses. Uh, ah. Uh, he sputtered. You guys left the door open? No, we did not, said Kyle extremely calmly, especially considering how much he wanted to throttle Peck Lemon. It locks automatically. I checked and I double checked the door before we went to bed, said Miguel. Kyle was surprised to hear it. You did? You bet, bro. It's what teammates do. They knocked knuckles well. You don't have anything but a stupid lest off stupid books and stupid authors and a stupid Bible verse, a verse which boomed Mr Lemon Shallow, whose face had just appeared on the video screen wall. You do well to memorize Mr Peck Leman, Val Shelter, not steal. Mr. Limoncello was dressed in a curled white wig on a long black robe. He looked like a judge in England. He slab down a rubber gavel on his desk. It made the noise like a whoopee cushion. Well, everyone kindly join me in the rotunda reading room at once. Everybody shuffled out of the meeting room and into the rotunda. They were shocked to see that Mr Lemon cello himself was seated behind the librarian's desk at the center of the circular room. This was no hologram. This was the real deal, Charles. All smiles made a grand entrance, slowly descending one of the spiral staircases. Good morning, everybody. He called out cheerfully. What's all the excitement? Did I miss something? Just your man, Andrew. Trying to cheat. Said Miguel. What? Oh, good morning, Mr Lemon. Cello. I didn't expect to find you here inside the library. Isn't today your birthday, sir? Yes, Charles. And there's no place I'd rather be on my big day than inside a library surrounded by books. Unless, of course, I could be on a bridge to Terabithia. Well, sir, I must say you certainly are looking fit and trim. Have you been working out? No, Charles, Today I will be working in. I beg your pardon. Today I will be working here inside the library, supervising the final hours of this competition. Oh, I don't think it will take hours, sir, said Charles. Not to brag, but I suspect some of us will be going home very soon. You are correct. For instance, Mr Peck Kelman. He will be leaving right now. What Wind? McElman. Why? Because you cheated. You try to steal the other team's hard earned information. Peck Collman's eyes darted back and forth. It wasn't my fault. It was Charles idea. He whipped up his arm and waggled his finger. Charles told me to do it. He made me do it. Mr. Peck, Gelman, Please approach the bench, which in this instance is actually a dusk. Let me see the library card you used to gain access to community meeting room. Be somewhat reluctantly, Andrew handed it over. Is your name Sierra Russell? No, sir, Andrew said to his shoes. He stole my card, said Sierra. She opened her latest book and pulled out the library card Bookmark. Whose car do you have? Sierra? Asked Charles Andrew Peck. Collman's huh? Said Charles. He pulled the old switcheroo. A because you told me to, said Peca. Leman. Really, Charles said sniggering. How dare you make such a scandalous accusation? Do you have any proof? I don't need any stupid proof. You bullied me into stealing Sierra's card