Rodrick Rules (Diary of a Wimpy Kid, Book 2)

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by Jeff Kinney


  but that’s when I gave up. I spent the night on

  one of the spare beds in the basement, even

  though there were no blankets on it. I practically

  froze to death, but there was no way I was

  gonna use a blanket from Rodrick’s bed.

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  Somebody must’ve unlocked the basement door

  overnight, because when I woke up this morning, it

  was open. And when I walked upstairs, it looked

  like a tornado had touched down in the family room.

  The last of Rodrick’s friends wasn’t gone until

  3:00 in the afternoon. And once everyone left,

  Rodrick told me I had to help him clean up.

  I told Rodrick he was out of his mind if he

  thought I was helping. But then Rodrick said

  that if he got busted for the party, he was

  taking me down with him.

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  He said if I didn’t help him clean up the mess,

  he would tell all my friends about the thing that

  happened to me this summer.

  I couldn’t believe Rodrick would play dirty like

  that. But I could tell he was serious, so I just

  got to work.

  Mom and Dad were supposed to be back by

  7:00, and we still had a ton of work to do.

  It wasn’t easy to erase all the evidence of the

  party, because Rodrick’s friends had left trash in

  all these crazy places. At one point, when I

  went to make myself a bowl of cereal, a half-eaten

  piece of pizza fell out of the box.

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  By 6:45, we had things pretty well wrapped

  up. I went upstairs to take a shower, and

  that’s when I saw the message written on the

  inside of the bathroom door.

  I tried scrubbing the writing off with soap and

  water, but whoever wrote that thing must’ve used a

  permanent marker.

  Mom and Dad were gonna be home any minute, so

  I thought we were doomed. But then Rodrick

  had a genius idea. He said we could switch the

  door out and replace it with a closet door

  from the basement.

  So we got some screwdrivers and went to work.

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  We finally managed to get the door off its

  hinges, and then we carried it downstairs.

  Then we got the closet door from Rodrick’s room

  in the basement and brought it upstairs.

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  We made it with no time to spare. Mom and

  Dad’s car rolled into the driveway right when we

  were tightening the last screw.

  You could tell they were pretty relieved the house

  hadn’t burned down while they were away.

  I don’t think we’re totally out of the woods just

  yet. Because with the way Dad was poking

  around tonight, I’m sure it won’t be long before

  he figures out about the party.

  Well, Rodrick might have lucked out this time,

  but all I can say is, he should be glad manny

  wasn’t there to see the party. Manny is a

  huge tattletale. In fact, he’s been telling on

  me ever since he could talk. He’s even told on me

  for stuff I did before he could talk.

  sniff

  sniff

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  When I was a kid, I broke the sliding glass door

  in the family room. Mom and Dad didn’t have any

  evidence that I was the one who did it, so they

  couldn’t peg it on me, and I was in the clear.

  But Manny was there when it happened, and two

  years later, he squealed on me.

  So after Manny started talking, I had to

  worry about all the bad things he saw me do

  when he was a baby.

  Bubby thowed

  wock at big

  window.

  squirt

  squirt

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  I used to be a big tattletale myself until I learned

  my lesson. One time, I told on Rodrick for saying

  a bad word. Mom asked me which word he said, so

  I spelled it out. And it was a long one, too.

  Well, I ended up getting a bar of soap in my

  mouth for knowing how to spell a bad word, and

  Rodrick got off scot-free.

  Monday

  Tomorrow, I have an English assignment due where

  I have to write an “allegory.”

  That’s basically a story that says one thing but

  means something else. I was having trouble getting

  inspired, but then I saw Rodrick outside working

  on his van, and I got an idea.

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  Rory Screws Up

  by Greg Heffley

  Once upon a time there was this monkey named Rory.

  The family he lived with loved him very much, even

  though he was constantly screwing things up.

  One day Rory accidentally rang the doorbell, and

  everybody thought he did it on purpose. So they

  gave him some bananas as a reward.

  Rory

  You are so

  smart, Rory!

  eee!

  eee!

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  Well, now Rory was going around thinking he was

  some sort of monkey genius or something. And one

  day, he heard his owner say —

  So Rory’s primitive mind raced to formulate a plan.

  And here is what he eventually came up with:

  Rory worked all day and all night, and to make a long

  story short, the end result was not a fixed car.

  My dang car

  is broke!

  Rory... fix...

  kar!

  Rory

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  After it was all over, Rory had learned a very

  valuable lesson: Rory is a monkey. And monkeys

  don’t fix cars.

  After I finished my paper, I showed it to

  Rodrick. I figured he wouldn’t get it, and sure

  enough, I was right.

  Like I said before, Rodrick knows he’s got me

  under his thumb with this “secret” thing. So I

  have to get my licks in any way I can.

  The End

  Monkeys don't

  understand

  English, stupid.

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  Wednesday

  Today was Manny’s first day of preschool, and

  apparently it didn’t go so great.

  All the other kids in Manny’s school started back

  in September. But Manny wasn’t potty trained

  until last week, so that’s why he had to wait

  until now to make the jump from day care.

  Manny’s preschool was having their Halloween

  party today, so it wasn’t the greatest way to

  introduce him to his classmates.

  Manny’s teachers had to call Mom at work and

  have her come get him.

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  I remember my first day of preschool. I didn’t

  really know anyone, so I was pretty scared

  about being around a bunch of new kids. But this

  boy named Quinn came right over and started

  talking to me.

  I didn’t get that it was a joke, so it really

  freaked me out.

  Do you like

  ice cream?

  yeah!

  then why don't

  you marry it?

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  I told Mom I didn’t want to go back to preschool,

  and I told her all about Quinn and what he said.

  But
Mom told me Quinn was just being silly, and

  I didn’t need to listen to him.

  After Mom explained the joke, I actually thought

  it was pretty funny. I couldn’t wait to go back to

  school the next day and try it out myself.

  But it didn’t really have the same effect.

  You're gonna

  grow up and get

  married to some

  ice cream! Ha!

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  november

  Monday

  It’s been over a week since Rodrick’s party, and

  I stopped worrying that Mom and Dad were

  gonna bust us for it. But remember that bathroom

  door we switched out? Well, I forgot all about it

  until tonight.

  Rodrick was upstairs in my room bugging me, and

  Dad went into the bathroom. A couple seconds later,

  he said something that made Rodrick stop cold.

  I thought it was over. If Dad knew about the

  door, it was just a matter of time before he

  found out about the party.

  Hey...didn't

  this door

  used to lock?

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  But Dad didn’t put two and two together.

  You know, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if Mom

  and Dad found out about the party. Rodrick

  would get grounded, which would be awesome.

  So if I can figure out a way to spill the beans

  without Rodrick finding out, I’m gonna go for it.

  Tuesday

  I got my first letter from my French pen pal,

  Mamadou, today. I decided to adjust my attitude

  and give this whole pen-pal thing my best effort.

  So when I wrote back to Mamadou today, I tried

  to be as helpful as possible.

  I must be

  losing my

  marbles.

  Ahhhhh...

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  I think it’s dumb that Madame Lefrere won’t let

  us use e-mail with our pen pals. Albert Murphy

  has already written back and forth with his pen

  pal a bunch of times, and it’s costing them a lot

  of money in stamps.

  Dear Gregory,

  I am very privileged

  to make your acquaintance.

  Mamadou

  Dear Mamadou,

  I'm pretty sure "aquaintance"

  doesn't have a "c" in it.

  I really think you need to work

  on your English.

  Sincerely, Greg

  Dear Jacques

  How old are you?

  Dear Albert,

  12.

  Dear Jacques

  oh.

  Cost: $14

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  Friday

  Tonight, Rowley’s parents went out to dinner,

  so they got him a babysitter.

  I don’t know why Rowley can’t just watch himself

  for a few hours, but believe me I’m not complaining.

  Rowley’s babysitter is Heather Hills, and she’s the

  prettiest girl at Crossland High School.

  So whenever the Jeffersons go out, I always make

  sure to be up at Rowley’s for “story time.”

  I went up to Rowley’s at about 8:00 tonight. I

  even splashed on some of Rodrick’s cologne to make

  sure I made a good impression on Heather.

  Can you

  scooch

  over a

  little

  bit?

  sorry...there's

  really not

  enough room.

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  I knocked on the door and waited for Heather

  to answer. But I was caught a little off guard

  when Rowley’s next-door neighbor Leland

  answered instead.

  I can’t believe Rowley’s parents switched

  babysitters from Heather to leland. They

  should’ve at least checked with me before doing

  something stupid like that.

  Once I realized Heather wasn’t there, I turned

  around to go back home. But Rowley asked me if

  I wanted to hang out and play Magick and

  Monsters with him and Leland.

  Hello!

  Scream!

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  The only reason I said “yes” was because I

  thought it was some kind of video game. But

  then I found out that you play it with pencils

  and paper and these special dice, and that you’re

  supposed to use your “imagination” or whatever.

  It actually turned out to be pretty fun, mostly

  because in Magick and Monsters you can do all

  sorts of stuff you could never do in real life.

  When I got home, I told Mom all about Magick

  and Monsters and how Leland was a really awesome

  Dungeon Keeper. Rodrick overheard me talking

  about Leland, and he said that Leland is the

  biggest nerd at his high school.

  I light Rowley's

  eyebrows with

  a torch.

  Ouuuchhh

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  But this is coming from a guy who spends his

  Saturday nights putting fake throw-up on people’s

  cars in the Home Depot parking lot. So I think

  I’ ll just take Rodrick’s opinion with a grain of salt.

  Wednesday

  I’ve been going up to Leland’s house every day

  after school to play Magick and Monsters. I was

  headed up there again today when Mom stopped

  me at the door.

  Mom has been acting real suspicious of this whole

  Magick and Monsters thing.

  What the

  heck?

  har har har!

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  And from the questions she’s been asking me, I

  guess she must think Leland is teaching me and

  Rowley witchcraft or something. So today,

  Mom said she wanted to go with me to

  Leland’s to watch us play.

  I begged Mom not to come, because first of

  all I knew she would never approve of all the

  violence in the game.

  And second of all, I knew that having her in

  the room would totally ruin the whole experience

  for everyone.

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  When I begged Mom not to join us, it made her

  even more suspicious. So now there was no

  changing her mind.

  Rowley and Leland couldn’t have cared less that

  Mom came with me. But I couldn’t enjoy myself,

  because I felt like a total dork playing in

  front of her.

  I figured Mom would eventually get bored and

  just go home, but she stuck around. And right

  when I thought she was finally gonna leave,

  Mom said that she wanted to join in the game.

  So Leland started setting up a character for

  Mom, even though I was trying to signal to him

  that it was a big mistake.

  Uh ... my wizard

  Talroc utters the

  spell of Talrune.

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  When Leland created a character for Mom, Mom

  told Leland she wanted her character to be my

  character’s mother in the game.

  I did some quick thinking and told Mom that all

  the characters in Magick and Monsters are orphans,

  so she couldn’t be my mother.

  And Mom believed me. But then she asked Leland

  if she could name her character “Mom,” and he

  said “yes.”

  I have to give Mom credit for figuring out that

  loophole,
but it totally ruined the rest of the

  game for me.

  I hand a

  turkey

  leg to...

  "Mom."

  Thank you,

  sweetie!

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  Even though Mom wasn’t technically my mother in

  the game, she sure acted like she was.

  At this one point, our characters were hanging out

  in a tavern waiting for a spy to arrive, and my

  dwarf, Grimlon, ordered a pint of mead. Mead is

  sort of like beer in Magick and Monsters, and I

  guess Mom didn’t approve of that.

  The worst part of the game was when we got

  into a battle situation. See, the whole point of

  Magick and Monsters is that you’re supposed to

  kill as many monsters as possible so you can get

  points and move up in levels.

  Mom accidentally

  bumps Grimlon's

  arm and spills

  his drink.

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  But I don’t really think Mom got that concept.

  After about an hour of things going like this, I

  decided to quit. So I gathered up my stuff, and

  me and Mom headed home.

 

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