by Jeff Kinney
   Dad was out of the room, because Dad doesn’t
   like it when I have sleepovers on a “work night.”
   Last summer Rowley spent the night at my
   house, and we slept in the basement.
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   I made sure Rowley took the bed that was closest
   to the furnace room, because that room really
   freaks me out. I figured if anything came out of
   there in the middle of the night, it would grab
   Rowley first and I’d have a five-second head
   start to escape.
   At about 1:00 in the morning, we heard something
   in the furnace room that scared the living daylights
   out of us.
   It sounded like a little ghost girl or something,
   and it said —
   i’m hiding…
   can you
   find me?
   Me and Rowley practically trampled each other to
   death trying to get up the basement stairs.
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   We burst into Mom and Dad’s room, and I
   told them our house was haunted and we had
   to move immediately.
   Dad didn’t seem convinced, and he went down to
   the basement and walked right into the furnace
   room. Me and Rowley stayed about ten feet back.
   I was pretty sure Dad wasn’t going to get out
   of there alive. I heard some rustling and a few
   bumps, and I was ready to make a run for it.
   thunk
   whump
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   But a few seconds later he came back out with one
   of Manny’s toys, a doll named Hide-and-Seek Harry.
   peekaboo!
   Last night me and Rowley waited for Mom and
   Dad to go to bed, and then we watched our
   movie. Technically, I was the only one who
   watched it, because Rowley had his eyes and ears
   covered the whole entire time.
   chips
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   The movie was about this muddy hand that goes
   around the country killing people. And the last
   person who sees the hand is always the next victim.
   crawl
   crawl
   The special effects were really cheesy, and I
   wasn’t even scared until the very end. That’s
   when the twist came.
   After the muddy hand strangled its last victim,
   it came crawling straight at the screen, and
   then the screen went black. At first I was a
   little confused, but then I realized it meant the
   next victim was gonna be me.
   I turned the tv off, and then I described
   the whole movie to Rowley from beginning to end.
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   Well, I must’ve done a pretty good job telling the
   story, because Rowley got even more freaked-out
   than I was.
   I knew we couldn’t go to Mom and Dad this
   time because they’d ground me if they found out
   we watched a horror movie. But we didn’t feel
   safe in the basement, so we spent the rest of
   the night in the upstairs bathroom with the
   lights on.
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   I just wish we had managed to stay awake the
   whole night, because when Dad found us in the
   morning, it wasn’t a pretty scene.
   Dad wanted to know what was going on, and
   I had to fess up. Dad told Mom, so now I’m
   just waiting to hear how long I’m gonna be
   grounded for. But to be honest with you, I’m a
   lot more worried about this muddy hand than
   any punishment Mom can dream up.
   I thought about it, though, and I realized
   there’s only so much ground a muddy hand can
   cover in a day.
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   So hopefully that means I have a little while
   longer to live.
   Tuesday
   Yesterday, Mom lectured me about how boys my
   age watch too many violent movies and play too
   many video games, and that we don’t know what
   Real entertainment is.
   I just stayed quiet, because I wasn’t sure
   exactly where she was going with all this.
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   Then Mom said that she was gonna start a
   “reading club” for the boys in the neighborhood so
   she could teach us about all the great literature we
   were missing out on.
   I begged Mom to just give me a regular punishment
   instead, but she wouldn’t budge.
   So today was the first meeting of the Reading
   Is Fun Club. I felt kind of bad for all the boys
   whose moms made them come.
   reading is fun
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   I was just glad Mom didn’t invite Fregley, this
   weird kid who lives up the street, because he’s
   been acting stranger than usual lately.
   wanna hear
   about my
   “hygiene issues”?
   I’m starting to think maybe Fregley’s a little
   dangerous, but luckily he doesn’t really leave his
   front yard during the summer. I think his parents
   must have an electrical fence or something.
   Anyway, Mom told everyone to bring their
   favorite book to today’s meeting so we could pick
   one and discuss it. All the guys laid their books
   on the table, and everyone seemed pretty happy
   with the selection except Mom.
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   sudoku
   insanity
   ULTIMATE
   VIDEO GAME
   CHEATS
   volume
   8
   green
   wasp
   a major
   motion
   picture
   xtreme
   pop-up
   sharks
   Mom said the books we brought weren’t “real”
   literature and that we were gonna have to
   start with the “classics.”
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   Then she brought out a bunch of books that she
   must’ve had since she was a kid.
   little women
   THE YEARLING
   old yeller
   Anne
   of green gables
   These are the exact same types of books our
   teachers are always pushing us to read at school.
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   They have a program where if you read a “classic”
   in your free time, they reward you with a sticker
   of a hamburger or something like that.
   I don’t know who they think they’re fooling.
   You can get a sheet of a hundred stickers down
   at the arts-and-crafts store for fifty cents.
   I’m not really sure what makes a book a “classic”
   to begin with, but I think it has to be at least
   fifty years old and some person or animal has to
   die at the end.
   Mom said if we didn’t like the books she picked
   out, we could go on a field trip to the library
   and find something we all agreed on. But that
   won’t work for me.
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   See, when I was eight years old I borrowed a
   book from the library, and then I forgot all about
   it. I found the book a few years later behind my
   desk, and I figured I must’ve owed about two
   thousand dollars in late fees on that thing.
   So I buried the book in a box of old comics in my
   closet, and that’s where it is to this day. I haven’t
   been back to the library since then, but I kno
w if
   I ever do show up, they’ll be waiting for me.
   Greg heffley, you are
   under arrest for
   failing to return “how
   to make sock puppets.”
   fictio
   return
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   In fact, I get nervous if I even see a librarian.
   is that
   you, susan?
   pat? it’s
   been such
   a long
   time!
   I asked Mom if we could get a second chance to
   pick out a book on our own, and she said we
   could. We’re supposed to meet again tomorrow and
   bring our new selections with us.
   Wednesday
   Well, the membership of the Reading Is Fun
   Club took a big hit overnight. Most of the guys
   who came yesterday bailed out, and now there’s
   only two of us.
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   Rowley brought two books along with him.
   How to Find
   Garden
   Faeries
   Me & My
   Mommy
   Silly
   Playgroup
   Activities
   The book I picked was the ninth volume in the
   “Magick and Monsters: Dark Realms” series. I
   figured Mom would like it because it’s pretty long
   and there aren’t any pictures.
   Shadowdoom
   dark realms
   Volume 9
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   But Mom didn’t like my book. She said she didn’t
   approve of the illustration on the cover because
   she didn’t like the way it portrayed women.
   I’ve read “Shadowdoom,” and from what I can
   remember, there aren’t even any women in the
   story. In fact, I kind of wonder if the person
   who designed the cover even Read the book.
   Anyway, Mom said that she was gonna use her
   veto power as the Reading Is Fun Club’s founder
   and choose the book for us. So she chose this
   book called “Charlotte’s Web,” which looks like one
   of those “classics” I was talking about before.
   Charlotte’s
   Web
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   Just from looking at the cover, I guarantee either
   the girl or the pig doesn’t make it to the end of
   the book.
   Friday
   Well, the Reading Is Fun Club is down to one
   member, and that’s me.
   Yesterday Rowley went golfing or something with
   his dad, so he kind of hung me out to dry. I
   didn’t do my reading assignment, and I was really
   counting on him to cover for me at the meeting.
   It’s not really my fault that I couldn’t finish
   my reading assignment, though. Mom told me I
   had to read in my bedroom for twenty minutes
   yesterday, but the truth is, I just have trouble
   concentrating for long periods of time.
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   After Mom caught me horsing around, she
   banned me from watching tv until I read the
   book. So last night I had to wait until she went
   to bed before I could get my entertainment fix.
   I kept thinking about that movie with the muddy
   hand, though. I was afraid that if I was watching
   tv all by myself late at night, the muddy hand
   might crawl out from under the couch and grab my
   foot or something.
   The way I solved the problem was by making a
   trail of clothes and other stuff all the way from my
   bedroom down to the family room.
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   That way I was able to make it downstairs
   and back without ever touching the ground.
   Hop
   This morning Dad tripped over a dictionary I
   left at the top of the stairs, so now he’s mad
   at me. But I’ll take Dad being angry over the
   alternative any day of the week.
   My new fear is that the hand is gonna crawl up
   on my bed and get me in my sleep. So lately I’ve
   been covering my whole body with the blanket
   and leaving a hole so I can breathe.
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   But that strategy has its own risks. Rodrick
   got into my room today, and I had to spend
   the morning trying to wash the taste of a dirty
   sock out of my mouth.
   Sunday
   Today was my deadline for finishing the first
   three chapters of “Charlotte’s Web.” When Mom
   found out I wasn’t done yet, she said we were
   gonna sit down at the kitchen table until I
   was finished.
   READING IS FUN
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   About a half hour later there was a knock at
   the front door, and it was Rowley. I thought
   maybe he was coming back to the Reading Is
   Fun Club, but when I saw that his dad was with
   him, I knew something was up.
   Mr. Jefferson had an official-looking piece of
   paper with the country club logo on it. He said it
   was a bill for all the fruit smoothies me and
   Rowley ordered at the clubhouse, and the grand
   total was eighty-three dollars.
   All those times me and Rowley ordered drinks at
   the clubhouse, we just wrote down Mr. Jefferson’s
   account number on the tab. Nobody told us someone
   actually had to pay for all that.
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   I still didn’t really understand what Mr. Jefferson
   was doing at my house. I think he’s an architect
   or something, so if he needs eighty-three bucks, he
   can just design an extra building. He talked to Mom,
   though, and they both agreed that me and Rowley
   needed to pay off the tab.
   I told Mom me and Rowley are just kids and it’s
   not like we have salaries or careers or whatever.
   But Mom said we were just gonna have to be
   “creative.” Then she said we would have to suspend
   the Reading Is Fun Club’s meetings until we paid
   what we owed.
   To be honest with you, I’m kind of relieved.
   Because at this point, anything that doesn’t
   involve reading sounds pretty good to me.
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   Tuesday
   Me and Rowley racked our brains all day yesterday
   trying to figure out how to pay off that eighty-
   three dollars. Rowley said maybe I should just go
   to the Atm and withdraw some money to pay off
   his dad.
   The reason Rowley said that is because he thinks
   I’m rich. A couple of years ago during the holidays,
   Rowley came over and we had just run out of toilet
   paper at my house. My family was using these holiday
   cocktail napkins as a substitute until Dad got to the
   store again.
   Rowley thought the holiday napkins were some
   kind of really fancy toilet paper, and he asked
   me if my family was rich.
   merry
   Christmas
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   yep.
   I wasn’t gonna pass up the opportunity to
   impress him.
   Anyway, I’m Not rich, and that’s the problem.
   I tried to figure out a way a kid my age could
   get his hands on some cash, and then it hit me:
   We could start a lawn care service.
   I’m not talking about some average, run-of-the-mill
   lawn care service, either. I’m ta
lking about a company
   that takes lawn care to the next level. We decided
   to name our company the V.I.P. Lawn Service.
   We called up the Yellow Pages people and told
   them we wanted to place an ad in their book.
   And not just one of those tiny little text ads,
   but a really big one with full color that takes up
   two whole pages.
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   But get this: The Yellow Pages people told us it
   was gonna cost us a few thousand bucks to put
   our ad in their book.
   I told them that didn’t make a lot of sense to
   me, because how’s someone supposed to pay for an
   ad if they haven’t even earned any money yet?
   Me and Rowley realized we were gonna have to do
   this a different way, and make our oWN ads.
   I figured we could just make flyers and put them in
   every mailbox in our neighborhood. All we needed was
   some clip art to get us started.
   So we went down to the corner store and bought
   one of those cards women get each other on their birthdays.
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   Hope your
   birthday is
   HOT, HOT, HOT!
   Then we scanned it into Rowley’s computer and
   pasted pictures of our heads onto the bodies
   from the card.
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   After that we got some clip art of lawn tools and
   put it all together. Then we printed it out, and
   I have to say, it looked great.
   v.i.p.
   lawn service
   pamper yourself and
   your lawn with our
   award-winning,
   world-class service!
   call 555-2941
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   I did some math, and I figured it would cost
   us at least a couple hundred bucks in color ink
   cartridges and paper to make enough flyers for
   the whole neighborhood. So we asked Rowley’s
   dad if he’d go out to the store and get us all
   the stuff we needed.
   Mr. Jefferson didn’t go for it. In fact, he told
   us we couldn’t use his computer or print out any
   more copies of our flyer.
   I was a little surprised by that, because if Mr.