The Class Election from the Black Lagoon (Black Lagoon Adventures series Book 3)

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by Mike Thaler




  Get more monster-sized laughs from

  The Black Lagoon

  #1: The Class Trip from the Black Lagoon

  #2: The Talent Show from the Black Lagoon

  #3: The Class Election from the Black Lagoon

  #4: The Science Fair from the Black Lagoon

  #5: The Halloween Party from the Black Lagoon

  #6: The Field Day from the Black Lagoon

  #7: The School Carnival from the Black Lagoon

  #8: Valentine’s Day from the Black Lagoon

  #9: The Christmas Party from the Black Lagoon

  #10: The Little League Team from the Black Lagoon

  #11: The Snow Day from the Black Lagoon

  #12: April Fools’ Day from the Black Lagoon

  #13: Back-to-School Fright from the Black Lagoon

  #14: The New Year’s Eve Sleepover from the Black Lagoon

  #15: The Spring Dance from the Black Lagoon

  #16: The Thanksgiving Day from the Black Lagoon

  #17: The Summer Vacation from the Black Lagoon

  #18: The Author Visit from the Black Lagoon

  #19: St. Patrick’s Day from the Black Lagoon

  #20: The School Play from the Black Lagoon

  #21: The 100

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  Day of School from the Black Lagoon

  #22: The Class Picture Day from the Black Lagoon

  #23: Earth Day from the Black Lagoon

  #24: The Summer Camp from the Black Lagoon

  #25: Friday the 13

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  from the Black Lagoon

  To Dennis Adler,

  who makes Heaven and Mirth real

  —M.T.

  A salute to all the men and women

  in our armed forces

  —J.L.

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  e-ISBN 978-0-545-37572-6

  Text copyright © 2003 by Mike Thaler.

  Illustrations copyright © 2003 by Jared D. Lee Studio, Inc.

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  First printing, September 2003

  Contents

  Chapter 1: Election Fever .............6

  Chapter 2: Candied-dates .............9

  Chapter 3: A Fast Slogan.............12

  Chapter 4: Off the Wall ..............15

  Chapter 5: Presidents’ Precedence ....18

  Chapter 6: A Peach of a Speech .......23

  Chapter 7: A Special Delivery ........27

  Chapter 8: Dreams of Glory..........30

  Chapter 9: The Ballot of Hubie Cool ...35

  Chapter 10: A Shake-Up .............38

  Chapter 11: The Great Debate ........42

  Chapter 12: Doris’s Cool Move .......46

  Chapter 13: Poll Position.............49

  Chapter 14: Taking a Stand...........52

  Chapter 15: Election Jitters...........55

  Chapter 16: High Noon ..............58

  Chapter 1

  Election Fever

  We’re having a class election.

  Mrs. Green says everyone has to

  run for something. I’d like to run

  for the hills. Maybe I can just let

  my nose run.

  I don’t want to be vice

  president because all they do

  is give advice. And I don’t want

  to be secretary. You just spend

  hours keeping minutes.

  And I don’t want to be

  treasurer—I’m not so good at

  math.

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  I guess I’ll run for president.

  Maybe they’ll put my face on

  Mount Rushmore or on a three-

  dollar bill.

  Chapter 2

  Candied-dates

  Mrs. Green says we’ll vote in

  two weeks and that we have to

  campaign and give speeches.

  This is going to be a campaign

  in the neck. We may even have a

  debate.

  Uh-oh, Doris is running against

  me. She says she wants to be the

  first woman president ever. That

  would make me the first loser

  ever.

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  Penny is going to be her

  campaign manager. Eric says

  that he’ll be mine because he’d

  hate to see me lose to a girl.

  Freddy wants to be vice

  president because the vise is his

  favorite tool in woodshop. Derek

  wants to be secretary because it

  has “s-e-c-r-e-t” in it. And Randy

  is running for treasurer because

  he thinks he’ll get to keep all the

  money.

  This is going to be a tough

  election.

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  Chapter 3

  A Fast Slogan

  Eric says that we need a

  campaign slogan.

  “What about—Vote for me?”

  I say.

  “Not enough pizzazz,” says

  Eric.

  I scratch my head.

  “What about—I’m a resident,

  make me president?” I ask.

  “Better,” says Eric.

  “Whoa, I think I have it. What

  about—Don’t be a booby, vote for

  Hubie?!” I shout.

  “Bingo!” cheers Eric.

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  “Now we need some posters.

  Doris already has some up in the

  hall,” Eric adds.

  “What’s her slogan?” I ask.

  “It’s time for a change,”

  Eric smiles.

  “Sounds like a diaper ad,”

  I laugh.

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  Chapter 4

  Off the Wall

  I’m not a great artist, but I can

  draw good dinosaurs. So I draw

  a T-Rex on five posters and print

  out my slogan.

  Then Eric and I tape them up

  in the hall—next to Doris’s post-

  ers. Doris even has one up in

  the boys’ bathroom. Now, that’s

  dirty politics. Someone’s a traitor.

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  So I sneak into the girls’

  bathroom and put up a poster.

  Great causes take great risks. If

  I get caught, it could ruin my

  political career.

  I can see it now. I am run-

  ning for President of the United

  States. I’m ahead in the polls.

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  Then the story of how I snuck

  into the girls’ bath
room is leaked.

  I’m all washed up in politics. My

  campaign stalls. My career goes

  down the drain. I’ll never be

  flushed with victory.

  Hey, their bathroom looks just

  like ours—what’s the big deal?

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  Chapter 5

  Presidents’

  Precedence

  I go to the library, and Mrs.

  Beamster shows me a book about

  past presidents. There were lots

  of them and they were all famous.

  The first was George Washington,

  D.C. He never told a lie because

  he had wooden teeth. He couldn’t

  lie through his teeth. That’s why

  a bridge is named after him.

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  Then there was Abraham

  Lincoln. He didn’t lie, either.

  Mrs. Beamster says that he

  walked ten miles just to return

  an overdue book. He lived in

  Gettysburg because they said he

  had a Gettysburg Address!

  Then there was Teddy

  Roosevelt. He invented the teddy

  bear. I heard he belonged to

  a motorcycle gang called The

  Rough Riders. And they won the

  San Juan Hill climb.

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  Mrs. Beamster says that all

  the presidents were great men.

  And if I win the election, I’d be in

  good company. Yeah, but none

  of them had to run against girls!

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  Chapter 6

  A Peach of a Speech

  After school, Eric and I go to

  my house. It’s time to write the

  speech. I’m inspired.

  “My fellow students . . .” I begin.

  “No good,” says Eric. “You have

  to try and steal the girl vote.”

  “Dear girls and boys . . .” I start

  again.

  “But you don’t want to lose the

  boy vote,” says Eric, folding his

  arms. He waits patiently.

  I clear my throat and say, “Dear

  voters . . .”

  “Good. Now, what’s your

  platform?” asks Eric.

  “I don’t need a platform,”

  I reply. “I’m tall enough.”

  “No, no, what do you stand

  for?” asks Eric.

  I put my hand over my heart.

  “The national anthem,” I reply.

  Eric raises his arms and sighs.

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  “No, no, what’s your agenda?”

  Eric says impatiently.

  “My gender’s a boy,” I laugh.

  Eric rolls his eyes.

  “No, no, what will you do if you

  get elected?” He huffs and puffs.

  “Be surprised,” I smile.

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  Chapter 7

  A Special Delivery

  Well, I finally write my speech,

  but then I have to give it. I stand

  in front of the mirror and start,

  “Dear voters . . .”

  “From the heart,” says Eric.

  “Deeeeer voters . . .” I sing.

  “Good,” smiles Eric. And he

  pats me on the back.

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  I puff out my chest, fold my

  arms, and cross my eyebrows.

  “Deeeeer voters, I stand

  before you today, so I’ll be tall

  enough. Tall enough to reach

  the high office of president—a

  president of the people, by the

  people, and for the people. A

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  president that will stand by you,

  sit by you, and walk by you—in

  the cafeteria, in the classroom, in

  the bathroom, on the playground,

  I’ll be there. So next week—don’t

  be a booby, vote for Hubie.”

  Eric gives me a standing

  ovation.

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  Chapter 8

  Dreams of Glory

  I’m beginning to like this. What

  if I win?

  What if I go on to become

  President of the United States?

  I would go and live in the White

  House. Maybe I’ll paint it green.

  Then it would be the Green

  House, and I could grow orchids.

  Then I’d have an orchid-stra.

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  I could do a lot of good for

  everybody. I would end glob-

  al warming, war, and hunger. I

  would put a pizza place in every

  town and village. I would make

  recess longer and math class

  shorter.

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  I would outlaw spinach and ban

  brussels sprouts. I would make

  the U.S. Mint—-the U.S. Mint-

  chocolate chip. I would make the

  weekend six days, and the sum-

  mer ten months. I would change

  the eagle to a beagle and make my

  dog the national symbol.

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  I would be famous. I’d have

  my own limousine, airplane, and

  skateboard. They would name

  things after me—Hubie Airport,

  Lake Hubie, and Hubieville.

  I would go down in history . . .

  if I win.

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  Chapter 9

  The Ballot of Hubie

  Cool

  But what if I lose? To a girl? To

  Doris? What a bummer!

  I can see it now . . .

  None of my friends would ever

  talk to me again.

  No one would sit at my lunch

  table. I’d eat alone for the rest of

  my life. I couldn’t ask anyone to

  pass the ketchup.

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  I wouldn’t be popular—I’d be

  poop-ular.

  I’d be kicked off the baseball

  team and have to turn in my little

  league cap. I would have let down

  every boy in school and unborn

  generations of boys. I couldn’t

  join the Boy Scouts.

  I’d better start campaigning . .

  . now!

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  Chapter 10

  A Shake-Up

  “Now you have to go out, kiss

  babies, and shake hands,” says

  Eric.

  “Babies can’t vote! There aren’t

  even any in school,” I answer.

  “True, but there are lots of

  hands,” smiles Eric.

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  Okay, so I go around and shake

  everybody’s hand. I feel silly.

  I shake Mrs. Green’s claw

  and Coach Kong’s paw. I shake,

  rattle, and roll.

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  I even shake hands with Fester

  Smudge. This can’t be very sani-

  tary.

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  Then I go and have a milk

  shake.

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  Chapter 11

  The Great Debate

  Well, Doris and I are in front

  of the whole class. I feel like I’m

  under a microscope. I should

  have combed my hair more, but

  Doris has a pimple on the end of

  her nose.

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  We shake hands and she goes

  first. She says that she
’s for

  women’s rights and total

  equality. I ask her why she gets

  to go first.

  “Because I’m a girl, of course,”

  she sneers.

  “Oh,” I reply.

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  Then it’s my turn. “Knock,

  knock!”

  “Who’s there?” says everyone.

  “Debate,” I answer.

  “Debate who?!” shouts the

  class.

  “Put debate on the hook and

  we’ll go fishing!” I laugh.

  “That’s not funny,” says Doris,

  poking me in the back.

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  “Is too,” says I, poking her

  back.

  “Is not,” says Doris, stamping

  her foot.

  “Is,” I say, stamping mine.

  “Not,” says Doris, crossing her

  eyes.

  “Is,” says I, crossing mine.

  We go on until the lunch bell

  rings and ends our debate.

  Chapter 12

  Doris’s Cool Move

  Unfair, unfair!

  Doris says she’s the candidate

  of the Birthday Party. She’s buying

  ice cream bars for all the voters

  at lunch.

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  Everyone’s lining up in drool-

  ing droves. My whole class. My

  best friends. Even Eric, my

  manager!

  I’m betrayed in the caf-

  eteria. I feel like that ancient

  Roman Emperor Julius Caesar

  Salad. Jabbed in the back with

  a dessert spoon. I feel desserted.

  This is sweet-tooth politics.

  Underhanded. Underfooted. Un-

  derrated!

  How can she stoop so low?

  I better hurry before all the

  chocolate’s gone!

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  Chapter 13

 

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