held back a groan. What if she asked to see the costumes? He could have just said decorations and she probably wouldnât have asked any more questions. I wondered if she could see my heart beating.
âBen is the kraken,â Bean said. âIâm Aphrodite. And Oliver is, um, a hippocampus.â
âHippo what?â Oliver said, and Bean elbowed him.
âI donât think I know that one,â Pat said. âAnyway, itâs nice to see students eager to entertain their classmates.â
âThat we are,â Oliver said. âWe even made a little dance number.â Patâs eyebrows went up. Too much , I thought. He better have some Hello, Dolly! dance ready because I am a boy without rhythm.
âIâll let you get to it. Have fun, kiddos!â She continued down the hall to the office. I leaned my head on the door and took a deep breath. I balanced the boxes on my knee and pulled on the door handle. It opened without any resistance. The classroom was dark and empty. Bean opened and closed the door a couple more times and bent over to inspect the doorknob.
âClever Agent Fix-it,â she said. Frank had taped the latch down with clear packing tape. The door closed and looked normal, but even with the lock button pushed in the latch was stuck in the door and all you had to do was pull. He was good.
We peeled the tape off and ducked into the classroom, locking the door behind us. I closed the blinds over the windows, so nobody outside could see what we were doing. Bean cleared off some books in the middle of Ms. Ruizâs desk and propped the memo up where she would see it first thing. I hoped theyâd never dust it for fingerprints.
âCheck it out,â Bean said, and took the party loot out of the bags.
âHuh,â Oliver said.
âWhatâs wrong?â Bean asked.
âI didnât know they made brown streamers,â Oliver said.
âThey make all colors. The brown was on sale.â
âNo kidding,â he said. Bean stopped taking things out of the bags and crossed her arms.
âDid you actually pay for these?â he asked.
âNo, I donât buy things from our own store. But I donât want to steal the best stuff. They can sell it. And theyâd notice,â Bean said.
âWhat else do you have?â
âThere are some green streamers, too. And plates and napkins and stuff,â she said.
âFine, where are the balloons?â
âIn the bag.â
âWe have to blow them up? Why didnât you do it with the machine?â
âOh, I donât know. I thought a bunch of balloons might be a little conspicuous. Besides, the store doesnât open until nine, and the tank is noisy.â
âAll right, Iâm sorry,â Oliver said. âWaitâthe plates say Year of the Pig! We canât use these. Sheâll think weâre calling her a pig!â I grabbed a pack of balloons and started blowing.
âTheyâre from Chinese New Year, goober. I had to get stuff from the clearance bins. I canât just grab anything .â Oliver complained again until Bean pushed him away. âDonât use the plates then. Cupcakes donât need plates anyway.â
Oliver shook his head and grabbed streamers and tape. He wound two streamers together and climbed over desks to hang them every which way. Bean wrote âHAPPY BIRTHDAY, SIENNA!â in big puffy letters on the whiteboard. I threw some Class of 2011 confetti over the desks and set the cupcakes out on a half-squished cardboard tray shaped like a pink Easter bunny. Then I blew up balloons until I made myself dizzy. Bean and Oliver took over. We finished with time to spare.
âIt might look better if we arenât the first ones here,â Oliver said. We locked the door behind us and took the empty boxes and pig plates out to the recycling bin. Bean walked one way, and we walked another. We looped around back to our
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