“All right, then,” Yogi said, quickly clapping his hands. “Well, I do appreciate all your help, Kara. That’s Mrs. Walsh to you two,” he said, pointing at me and Bones, winking. 

Yogi walked out the door and said, “Remember our talk, boys. Be on your best behavior.” Then he waved goodbye and turned left down the hallway. 

Mrs. Walsh grabbed two sheets off her desk and followed Yogi out the door. Bones and I trotted behind her as she headed down the hall in the opposite direction. 

For some weird reason, I was scared. We were getting ourselves deeper and deeper into this time-traveling mess. How we were ever going to get out of it?

I peeked over at Bones. He had his hands in his pocket and was whistling as he glanced at the passing bulletin boards. He was acting like were heading to my dad’s office to watch an awesome episode on the RACK, not stepping into a classroom with the worst teacher of all time. 

“I was able to match your schedules, so you’ll be together for all your classes,” the principal said. “We’ll get some books for you by Monday morning.” 

“Awesome, thanks, Mrs. W,” Bones said. “I can’t wait to see them.” 

What a goober.

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