CHAPTER 1
Return of the Snodgrass Kids
"Unhand me you vile witch! How dare you put your wicked handson Blackbeard the Terrible! I'll 'ave you walkin the plank. I'll 'ave your headfor this!" The kicking screaming young boy struggled to get free from theolder woman's arm around his body.
The teacher struggled to carry the 10 year old out of her classroom tothe principal's office. She put him into a chair there and told him to stay.He glared at her and then smiled. "When his dragon gets back, I'm goingto see that he burns your hair off your head."
The teacher sighed and went into the principal's office. The principallooked up at the teacher, "Is it Michael again?"
"Thank goodness, summer is almost here." Mrs. Ballard shook herhead. "I don't know how much more I can take."
Principal Votroubek nodded. "I'll call his parents ... again."
Tiffany sat on the edge of her chair in front of the principal and theteacher, who was speaking. Unfortunately, it was HER turn to go to theprincipal's office and Rupert had some kind of meeting, or at least hebetter have had some kind of meeting!!! The principal was speaking to her."Sometimes, I think he really believes he is Blackbeard the pirate."
Tiffany defended her son. "OH no, sometimes, he's the white knight,slaying dragons."
"OH yes, he did threaten me that he had a dragon that would burnthe hair off of my head." Mrs. Ballard rolled her eyes.
Tiffany's eyes widened. "He ... said that?"
"Umm." The principal and the teacher both nodded.
"Oh dear ... oh dear." Tiffany realized she was repeating one of Mr.Pickle small quirks and in spite of the seriousness of the meeting, she feltlike giggling. "Well, I'll have a talk with him."
"Mrs. Snodgrass, it's almost the end of the school year. All we're askingis a little control for a few more weeks."
"Yes. I'll see what I can do."
She walked out and Michael frowned and hung his head. "ReallyMichael? Burn the hair off of her head? You'll have her head?"
Michael shrugged. "Well, she was ..."
Tiffany held up a finger quickly. "I don't want to hear it!" Suddenly,another teacher came in holding the hand of a little girl. "Annie?"
"Unhand me this instant! I am a princess and I will not be...."
"Annie!" Tiffany called out sharply and Annie stopped and looked ather mother. "You too?!"
Mrs. Phelps, an older teacher, looked at Tiffany and saw Michael andnodded. "Yes ... another Snodgrass kid!"
Tiffany groaned. "What am I going to do with the two of you?"
"She started it. I told the truth and she said I was maginin things. Iwasn't! I told her the truth."
"She says that there is a monster who sometimes sleeps under her bedand he snores and that Nancy Drew?"
"Our cat."
"Yes, well, your cat is still afraid that this monster eats cats, no matterhow many times Annie has tried to convince her that he won't."
"Ah, I see ... well, you see ... That's probably our fault." Tiffany calledthe teacher aside and whispered. "Before this, she was afraid of the dark andshe would wake us up every night afraid and we would have to search herbed and her closet ... and so, this ... we allowed her ... to uh."
"I think I get the picture. Still, allowing a little girl to believe that thereare monsters in the world might not be the best ..."
"Try going without sleep for a week when you have meetings andbriefings." Tiffany was suddenly a little irritated.
"Okay. I understand, but she has to understand the difference betweenthe truth and make-believe. Her assignment was to tell about somethingthat REALLY happened."
Principal Votroubek had stepped out of her office and had seen Annieas well. She sighed and rolled her eyes which irritated Tiffany. "I thinkit's time to retire." She moaned softly, but she was far too young to retire.Fortunately, Susie Snodgrass only had one more year here before she wentto High School. That only left.... She groaned again and shook herhead. Secretly, she hoped that Mrs. Snodgrass didn't decide to have anymore kids!
"I don't know what to say to either of you."
Susie sat in the front seat of the car on the way home and she noddedin an empathetic mature manner. "Well, after all, Mom. They are onlychildren."
Tiffany frowned as she glanced over at Susie and then quickly back atthe road to drive. "I suppose you're right." She sighed. "Listen ... thereare only a few more weeks left of school. Maybe you guys could do me afavor and just not tell any Mr. Pickles stories for that time."
"But you believe us don't you?" Annie asked seriously.
Tiffany looked at the girl in her rearview mirror and hesitated. It wasundeniable that she and her husband, Rupert Snodgrass had seen and heardmany strange things from last summer. And there was the brief sight ofthat dragon as Pickles had drove away last year. She didn't know what tobelieve. She chose the easy way. "Of course, but we don't have to announcethese things to the rest of the world. Do you understand?"
The kids in the back seat moaned. "Okaaayyyyyy...."
"Well, MY teacher, Mrs. Crawford, finds my stories quite amusing. Ofcourse she doesn't believe a word of them, but that's her problem." Susieannounced in quite a snobby voice.
"Still, I promised your teachers that there would be punishmentand ... well, I've decided that you're grounded." The kids groaned andthen she smiled. "For at least an hour to your rooms." She heard gigglingand she frowned. "Don't take this grounding lightly. Next time I guaranteeit will be more serious!" But she always said next time it would be worse.The problem was that grounding was often more of a punishment to herthan to the kids.
Actually, the grounding wasn't all that bad. They would have sat in thewindow of Susie's room anyway as they watched the new neighbors movein next door, on the opposite side as Mr. Pickle's house. They watchedhopefully for some sign of a toy box or children's beds, but they were vastlydisappointed. Then they saw the people moving in and it was an olderwoman, like a grandma type, and her husband, a grandpa type.
The woman was dark haired, slightly overweight, and had one of thosesmiles that never left her face, even during a time of crisis. She was theeternal optimist. Her husband was tall, thin, although he looked heavierthan he was because he walked slightly bent over, with his knees bentoutward some. It was obvious that he struggled with walking some. Hekind of shuffled along slowly behind the woman.
Nancy Drew sat with them watching intently out the window whensuddenly, they saw the big black Labrador running past the older man.They heard him call out to the dog. "Maggie, stay here." The man's bodymight have been older, but his voice was commanding. The dog obedientlyreturned to the old man's side. They heard Nancy Drew groan.
"Oh dear ... me, no! NOT a stupid dog! I'll bet anyone five dollars,if I had five dollars that is, that he loves to chase cats!"
They looked at Nancy Drew in surprise. She hadn't talked since Pickleshad left! Suddenly, it dawned on them! Nancy Drew had talked!!!!! Theygot up almost trampling one another as they rushed downstairs, unmindfulof their grounding!
Tiffany saw them running for the door. "Hey, I thought you weregroun ..."
"Mr. Pickles is back!" Susie called out.
Tiffany forgot about their grounding as well. She dropped her knife onthe kitchen counter and ran after the kids, and in her excitement, she beatthe...