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kept it supplied with candy year-round. Dawn fished through it, then held a little green-wrapped square high in the air. “Aha!” she said. “Laffy Taffy.”
She threw it into the cauldron and stirred. “Wish me luck, little sister,” she said, then closed her eyes and recited a spell.
“Wisdom of years, innocence of youth,
Distill in my cauldron the essence of truth!”
There was a soft noise like the ringing of faraway chimes, and the lumpy glop of Dawn’s ingredients transformed into a smooth sea green sauce that smelled like buttered popcorn.
Dawn and B peered over the lid at the surface of the brew.
“Please, oh please, oh please,”
Dawn whispered. “Here goes nothing.” She dipped the spoon in, then licked it clean.
“Tastes good,” Dawn said. “Go ahead, quiz me.”
“Okay,” B said. “Did you or did you not fib to Mom and Dad two years ago about the broken crystal ball?”
Dawn’s face flushed scarlet. “Yes!” She pressed her lips together. “It was a tiny white lie, okay? And I hadn’t been using it. I was just
looking
at it.”
“Right,” B said. “What else do you do with a crystal ball, go bowling?”
“No, you tell the future with it,” Dawn said. “Oh, for heaven’s sake.” Then her scowl turned into a radiant smile. “My potion worked! It made me tell the truth!”
“Not so fast,” B said. “How much of your waking time do you spend daydreaming about Lancelot Jackson?”
Dawn whapped B lightly on the hand with her wooden spoon. “You little sneak!” She tried to clamp her lips together, but they had a mind of their own.“Sixty-six percent.” She clapped her hand over her mouth.
“The numbers don’t lie, do they?” B said, grinning. “Looks like you’ll get to go to Camp Juju. Congratulations.”
Dawn sank down into her chair, exhausted and relieved. “It really works, doesn’t it?”
“It’s spectacular.”
Spectacular. The Grand Spectacular!
Holy cats. Nothing like a little honesty mixed into a bamboozler’s performance … She snapped her fingers. That was it — the secret weapon she needed.
“Hey, Dawn, I promise not to ask you any more personal questions if you let me take some of this potion. I think I want it for Enchantress Le Fay’s Grand Spectacular tomorrow.”
Dawn cocked an eyebrow. “What’re you cooking up, little sis?”
“Nothing much. Just a fake curse antidote.”
“Be careful,” Dawn said. “With honesty, you can get more than you bargained for.”
B went to her room, picked up the phone, and dialed.
The voice on the other line sounded near death. “H’lo.”
“George?”
“This isn’t George. It’s his cursed twin,” her friend said gloomily.
“Pull-leeeze,” B said. “Listen, George, I’ve got a guaranteed way to break Enchantress Le Fay’s curse.”
George didn’t say anything. “If I promise to get rid of the curse, forever, will you do what I ask you to, even if you don’t like it?”
“Why do I have a bad feeling about this?” George moaned.
“You’ve got a bad feeling about everything lately,” B said. “Trust me. I’m your best friend. Would I do something to hurt you?”
“Not on purpose,” George said.
“Do you
promise?”
George sighed. “If it’s legal.”
“ ’Course it’s legal! And it’s easy. All you’ve got to do is come to the fair tomorrow to see the Grand Spectacular.”
Chapter 13
The next day, B waited for George on the steps of the school. The late bus came and went, but still no George. B was just about to go in when she saw a figure running up the long driveway to the school. Tall, with a crazy shag of blond curls, running as fast as a soccer star … yep, it was George.
“What are you doing?” B called to him. “How come you weren’t on the bus?”
“Missed it,” he panted, catching up to her. “Lost homework. Spilled oatmeal. Forgot to walk Butterbrains.”
B wrinkled her nose.
“Pee-yew!
What’s that smell?”
George lifted up one
She threw it into the cauldron and stirred. “Wish me luck, little sister,” she said, then closed her eyes and recited a spell.
“Wisdom of years, innocence of youth,
Distill in my cauldron the essence of truth!”
There was a soft noise like the ringing of faraway chimes, and the lumpy glop of Dawn’s ingredients transformed into a smooth sea green sauce that smelled like buttered popcorn.
Dawn and B peered over the lid at the surface of the brew.
“Please, oh please, oh please,”
Dawn whispered. “Here goes nothing.” She dipped the spoon in, then licked it clean.
“Tastes good,” Dawn said. “Go ahead, quiz me.”
“Okay,” B said. “Did you or did you not fib to Mom and Dad two years ago about the broken crystal ball?”
Dawn’s face flushed scarlet. “Yes!” She pressed her lips together. “It was a tiny white lie, okay? And I hadn’t been using it. I was just
looking
at it.”
“Right,” B said. “What else do you do with a crystal ball, go bowling?”
“No, you tell the future with it,” Dawn said. “Oh, for heaven’s sake.” Then her scowl turned into a radiant smile. “My potion worked! It made me tell the truth!”
“Not so fast,” B said. “How much of your waking time do you spend daydreaming about Lancelot Jackson?”
Dawn whapped B lightly on the hand with her wooden spoon. “You little sneak!” She tried to clamp her lips together, but they had a mind of their own.“Sixty-six percent.” She clapped her hand over her mouth.
“The numbers don’t lie, do they?” B said, grinning. “Looks like you’ll get to go to Camp Juju. Congratulations.”
Dawn sank down into her chair, exhausted and relieved. “It really works, doesn’t it?”
“It’s spectacular.”
Spectacular. The Grand Spectacular!
Holy cats. Nothing like a little honesty mixed into a bamboozler’s performance … She snapped her fingers. That was it — the secret weapon she needed.
“Hey, Dawn, I promise not to ask you any more personal questions if you let me take some of this potion. I think I want it for Enchantress Le Fay’s Grand Spectacular tomorrow.”
Dawn cocked an eyebrow. “What’re you cooking up, little sis?”
“Nothing much. Just a fake curse antidote.”
“Be careful,” Dawn said. “With honesty, you can get more than you bargained for.”
B went to her room, picked up the phone, and dialed.
The voice on the other line sounded near death. “H’lo.”
“George?”
“This isn’t George. It’s his cursed twin,” her friend said gloomily.
“Pull-leeeze,” B said. “Listen, George, I’ve got a guaranteed way to break Enchantress Le Fay’s curse.”
George didn’t say anything. “If I promise to get rid of the curse, forever, will you do what I ask you to, even if you don’t like it?”
“Why do I have a bad feeling about this?” George moaned.
“You’ve got a bad feeling about everything lately,” B said. “Trust me. I’m your best friend. Would I do something to hurt you?”
“Not on purpose,” George said.
“Do you
promise?”
George sighed. “If it’s legal.”
“ ’Course it’s legal! And it’s easy. All you’ve got to do is come to the fair tomorrow to see the Grand Spectacular.”
Chapter 13
The next day, B waited for George on the steps of the school. The late bus came and went, but still no George. B was just about to go in when she saw a figure running up the long driveway to the school. Tall, with a crazy shag of blond curls, running as fast as a soccer star … yep, it was George.
“What are you doing?” B called to him. “How come you weren’t on the bus?”
“Missed it,” he panted, catching up to her. “Lost homework. Spilled oatmeal. Forgot to walk Butterbrains.”
B wrinkled her nose.
“Pee-yew!
What’s that smell?”
George lifted up one
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