his face in his ice cream bowl and lapped up what was left of his ice cream sundae. Cousin Howie and Eudora didn't notice, not even when Mini reached for the side order of hot fudge and lapped that up, too. He reminded me of Turtle. That's exactly what he does when you give him leftover scrambled eggs.
When the Natural Beauties finished their act, everyone in the coffee shop applauded, even our waiter. Eudora beamed. "They've been performing since they were six," she told us. "They're known across the Hawaiian Islands as the Heavenly Hatchers."
This was even more embarrassing than I'd thought!
When the waiter brought the bill, Dad grabbed it. "My treat," he said.
Cousin Howie didn't argue. Neither did Eudora, who said, "Thank you, Tubby. That was mighty fine ice cream. This is a day we'll always remember."
I was thinking, Oh yeah... we'll definitely remember today! Then I pushed back my chair and stood up. "So, Dad ... we better get going." I tapped my watch. "Remember... the Air and Space Museum?"
"Air and Space Museum?" Fudge said. "Do they have a gift shop?"
That night Mom called Grandma from our hotel, to find out how she was doing with Tootsie. The second
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she hung up, the phone rang. It was Cousin Howie. When Dad got off the line he said, "Well, boys... Cousin Howie's invited you on a VIP tour of the National Zoo tomorrow morning."
"Zoo?" Fudge asked. He was playing with the airplane he got at the Air and Space Museum.
"Yes," Dad told him. "And you know what they have at the National Zoo?"
"Tigers?" Fudge guessed, getting ready to launch his plane.
"I'm sure they do," Dad said.
"How about elephants?" Fudge asked, pulling back the rubber band.
"Probably," Dad said. "And they also have pandas."
"Pandas... like in the Imax movie?" Fudge let go of the plane, which came flying across the room right at me. I held up my new book --A History of Aerial Warfare--to protect my face and the plane crashed to the floor.
"Pete, look what you did to my plane!"
"That's nothing compared to what your plane would have done to my face."
"Okay, boys ..." Mom said. "How about getting into bed? Dad and I are pooped. And tomorrow's another busy day."
I fell asleep and dreamed that the woman in the red suit, the one Fudge spit banana on, was my math teacher.
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She asked me to show her how I solved my problem. I kept trying but I couldn't get the right answer. Then I was in a small plane. It was so dark I couldn't see the pilot's face. I had no idea who he was until he said, "So, Pete ..." That's when I jumped, even though I had no parachute. As I fell I passed the Natural Beauties, who were slowly floating down. "Catch him," Flora said. "What for?" Fauna asked. Then I woke up. My heart was racing. I checked my watch. It had only been twenty minutes since Mom turned out the lights.
At eight the next morning, Dad delivered Fudge and me to Cousin Howie. Howie was dressed in his park ranger uniform, sitting in the driver's seat of an official golf cart at the entrance to the zoo. "You see, Tub ... if you were a ranger you could get special privileges, too." Eudora sat next to him, with Mini in her lap. The Natural Beauties sat in back.
"Hop aboard, boys," Howie called. "Really sorry we can't invite you to join us, Tub. But we're at the limit now."
Dad didn't look at all sorry he couldn't go with us. "Keep an eye on Fudge, Peter," he called as he dashed off. I wanted to run after him. Going to a museum with him and Mom had to be better than this. But before I had the chance, Howie floored it. "Hang on, everybody!"
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he sang as he nearly mowed down a group of early morning joggers. Fudge grabbed hold of me as we zoomed along the road through the zoo. At one sharp curve the golf cart almost toppled. Mini laughed like crazy. The Natural Beauties shrieked and the one next to me--I think it was Flora--grabbed my arm and dug her fingernails into my flesh. On the next curve she practically ended up in my lap. She cried,
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