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OTHER BOOKS BY JEFF KINNEY
Diary of a Wimpy Kid: Rodrick Rules
Diary of a Wimpy Kid: The Last Straw
Diary of a Wimpy Kid: Dog Days
Diary of a Wimpy Kid: The Ugly Truth
Diary of a Wimpy Kid: Cabin Fever
Diary of a Wimpy Kid: The Third Wheel
The Wimpy Kid Do-It-Yourself Book
The Wimpy Kid Movie Diary
GREG WEFFLEY’S JOURNAL
PUBLISHER'S NOTE: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and
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and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments,
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data:
Diary of a wimpy kid / Jeff Kinney,
Summary: Greg records his experiences in a middle school where he and his best
friend, Rowley, undersized weaklings amid boys who need to shave twice daily, hope
just to survive, but when Rowley grows more popular Greg must take drastic measures
to save their friendship.
ISBN 978-0-8109-9313-6 (paper over board)
[l. Middle schools-Fiction. 2. Friendship-Fiction. 3.
Schools-Fiction. 4. Diaries-Fiction. 5. Humorous stories.] I. Title.
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THE ART OF BOOKS SINCE 1040
115 West 18th Street
New York, NY 10011
TO MOM, DAD, RE, SCOTT, AND PATRICK
First of all, let me get something straight: This
is a Journal, not a diary. I know what it
says on the cover, but when Mom went out to
buy this thing I specifically told her to
get one that didn’t say “diary” on it.
Great. All I need is for some jerk to catch me
carrying this book around and get the wrong idea.
The other thing I want to clear up right away
is that this was mom’s idea, not mine.
But if she thinks I’m going to write down my
“feelings” in here or whatever, she’s crazy. So
just don’t expect me to be all “Dear Diary” this
and “Dear Diary” that.
The only reason I agreed to do this at all is
because I figure later on when I’m rich and
famous, I’ll have better things to do than
answer people’s stupid questions all day long. So
this book is gonna come in handy.
Like I said, I’ll be famous one day, but for now
I’m stuck in middle school with a bunch of morons.
Let me just say for the record that I think
middle school is the dumbest idea ever invented.
You got kids like me who haven’t hit their
growth spurt yet mixed in with these gorillas who
need to shave twice a day.
And then they wonder why bullying is such a big
problem in middle school.
If it was up to me, grade levels would be based
on height, not age. But then again, I guess
that would mean kids like Chirag Gupta would
still be in the first grade.
Today is the first day of school, and right now
we’re just waiting around for the teacher to hurry
up and finish the seating chart. So I figured I
might as well write in this book to pass the time.
By the way, let me give you some good advice. On
the first day of school, you got to be real careful
where you sit. You walk into the classroom and just
plunk your stuff down on any old desk and the
next thing you know the teacher is saying —
I MOPE YOU ALL LIKE
WMERE YOU'RE SITTING,
BECAUSE THESE ARE YOUR
So in this class, I got stuck with Chris Hosey in
front of me and Lionel James in back of me.
Jason Brill came in late and almost sat to my
right, but luckily I stopped that from happening
at the last second.
Next period, I should just sit in the middle of a
bunch of hot girls as soon as I step in the
room But I guess if I do that, it just proves
I didn’t learn anything from last year.
f YOU PLEASE
\ NOTE TO
Man, I don’t know what is up with girls these
days. It used to be a whole lot simpler back in
elementary school. The deal was, if you were the
fastest runner in your class, you got all the girls.
And in the fifth grade, the fastest runner was
o & <9 o
Nowadays, it’s a whole lot more complicated. Now
it’s about the kind of clothes you wear or how
rich you are or if you have a cute butt or whatever.
And kids like Ronnie McCoy are scratching their
heads wondering what the heck happened.
The most popular boy in my grade is Bryce
Anderson. The thing that really stinks is that
I have always been into girls, but kids like
Bryce have only come around in the last couple
I remember how Bryce used to act back in
/I DON’T TVIINKN
But of course now I don’t get any credit for
sticking with the girls all this time.
Like I said, Bryce is the most popular kid in our
grade, so that leaves all the rest of us guys
scrambling for the other spots.
The best I can figure is that I’m somewhere
around 52nd or 53rd most popular this year.
But the good news is that I’m about to move
up one spot because Charlie Davies is above me,
and he’s getting his braces next week.
I try to explain all this popularity stuff to my
friend Rowley (who is probably hovering right
around the 150 mark, by the way), but I think
it just goes in one ear and out the other with him
Today we had Phys Ed, so the first thing I
did when I got outside was sneak off to the
basketball court to see if the Cheese was still
there. And sure enough, it was.
That piece of Cheese has been sitting on the
blacktop since last spring. I guess it must’ ve
dropped out of someone’s sandwich or something.
After a couple of days, the Cheese started getting
all moldy and nasty. Nobody would play basketball on
the court where the Cheese was, even though that
was the only court that had a hoop with a net.
Then one day, this kid named Darren Walsh
touched the Cheese with his finger, and that’s
what started this thing called the Cheese Touch.
It’s basically like the Cooties. If you get the
Cheese Touch, you’re stuck with it until you
pass it on to someone else.
Cheese Touch is to cross your fingers.
But it’s not that easy remembering to keep your
fingers crossed every moment of the day I ended
up taping mine together so they’d stay crossed
all the time. I got a D in handwriting, but it
was totally worth it.
This one kid named Abe Hall got the Cheese
Touch in April, and nobody would even come near
him for the rest of the year. This summer Abe
moved away to California and took the Cheese
Touch with him.
I just hope someone doesn’t start the Cheese
Touch up again, because I don’t need that kind
of stress in my life anymore.
I’m having a seriously hard time getting used
to the fact that summer is over and I have to
get out of bed every morning to go to school.
My summer did not exactly get off to a great
start, thanks to my older brother Rodrick.
A couple of days into summer vacation, Rodrick
woke me up in the middle of the night. He told
me I slept through the whole summer, but that
luckily I woke up just in time for the first
day of school.
You might think I was pretty dumb for falling
for that one, but Rodrick was dressed up in his
school clothes and he set my alarm clock ahead to
make it look like it was the morning. Plus, he
closed my curtains so I couldn’t see that it was
still dark out.
After Rodrick woke me up, I just got dressed and
went downstairs to make myself some breakfast,
like I do every morning on a school day.
But I guess I must have made a pretty big
racket because the next thing I knew, Dad was
downstairs, yelling at me for eating Cheerios at
3:00 in the morning.
It took me a minute to figure out what the heck
was going on.
After I did, I told Dad that Rodrick had
played a trick on me, and He was the one that
should be getting yelled at.
Dad walked down to the basement to chew
Rodrick out, and I tagged along. I couldn’t
wait to see Rodrick get what was coming to him.
But Rodrick covered up his tracks pretty good.
And to this day, I’m sure Dad thinks I’ve
got a screw loose or something.
Today at school we got assigned to reading groups.
They don’t come right out and tell you if
you’re in the Gifted group or the Easy group,
but you can figure it out right away by looking
at the covers of the books they hand out.
I was pretty disappointed to find out I got
put in the Gifted group, because that just means
a lot of extra work.
When they did the screening at the end of last
year, I did my best to make sure I got put in
the Easy group this year.
Mom is real tight with our principal, so If 1 bit
she stepped in and made sure I got put in the
Gifted group again.
Mom is always saying I’m a smart kid, but that
I just don’t “apply” myself.
But if there’s one thing I learned from Rodrick,
it’s to set people’s expectations real low so you
end up surprising them by practically doing
nothing at all.
RODRICK, I WANT YOUR
DIRTY UNDERWEAR OFF
THE KITCHEN TABLE
BEFORE I GET HOME
• • •
Actually, I’m kind of glad my plan to get put
in the Easy group didn’t work.
I saw a couple of the “Bink Says Boo” kids
holding their books upside down, and I don’t
think they were joking.
Well, the first week of school is finally over, so
today I slept in.
Most kids wake up early on Saturday to watch
cartoons or whatever, but not me. The only reason
I get out of bed at all on weekends is because
eventually, I can’t stand the taste of my own
Unfortunately, Dad wakes up at 6:00 in the
morning no matter what day of the week it
is, and he is not real considerate of the fact
that I am trying to enjoy my Saturday like
a normal person.
I didn’t have anything to do today so I just
headed up to Rowley’s house.
Rowley is technically my best friend, but that is
definitely subject to change.
I’ve been avoiding Rowley since the first day of
school, when he did something that really
We were getting our stuff from our lockers at
the end of the day, and Rowley came up to me
and said —
WANT TO COME OVER
TO MY HOUSE AND
I have told Rowley at least a billion times that
now that we’re in middle school, you’re supposed
to say “hang out,” not “play.” But no matter
how many noogies I give him, he always forgets
the next time.
I’ve been trying to be a lot more careful about
my image ever since I got to middle school. But
having Rowley around is definitely not helping.
I met Rowley a few years ago when he moved
into my neighborhood.
His mom bought him this book called “How to
Make Friends in New Places,” and he came to
my house trying all these dumb gimmicks.
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I guess I kind of felt sorry for Rowley, and I
decided to take him under my wing.
It’s been great having him around, mostly because
I get to use all the tricks Rodrick pulls on me.
DID YOU KNOW THAT IF YOUR WAND
IS BIGGER THAN YOUR FACE IT’S A
SIGN OF "LOW INTELLIGENCE"?
You know how I said I play all sorts of pranks
on Rowley? Well, I have a little brother named
Manny, and I could never get away with
pulling any of that stuff on him.
Mom and Dad protect Manny like he’s a prince or
something. And he never gets in trouble, even if
he really deserves it.
Yesterday, Manny drew a self-portrait on my
bedroom door in permanent marker. I thought
Mom and Dad were really going to let him have
it, but as usual, I was wrong.
But the thing that bugs me the most about
Manny is the nickname he has for me. When he
was a baby, he couldn’t pronounce “brother,”
so he started calling me “Bubby.” And he
still calls me that now, even though I keep
trying to get Mom and Dad to make him stop.
Luckily none of my friends have found out yet,
but believe me, I have had some really close calls.
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SAYS IT'S TO
Mom makes me help Manny get ready for school in
the morning. After I make Manny his breakfast,
he carries his cereal bowl into the family room and
sits on his plastic potty.
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And when it’s time for him to go to day care, he
gets up and dumps whatever he didn’t eat right in
Mom is always getting on me about not finishing
my breakfast. But if she had to scrape corn
flakes out of the bottom of a plastic potty
every morning, she wouldn’t have much of an
I don’t know if I mentioned this before, but I
am super good at video games. I’ 1 bit I
could beat anyone in my grade head-to-head.
Unfortunately, Dad does not exactly appreciate
my skills. He’s always getting on me about going
out and doing something “active.”
So tonight after dinner when Dad started
hassling me about going outside, I tried to
explain how with video games, you can play sports
like football and soccer, and you don’t even get all
hot and sweaty.
But as usual, Dad didn’t see my logic.
Dad is a pretty smart guy in general but when
it comes to common sense, sometimes I wonder
I’m sure Dad would dismantle my game system
if he could figure out how to do it. But luckily,
the people who make these things make them
THESE FANCY )
Every time Dad kicks me out of the house to do
something sporty, I just go up to Rowley’s and
play my video games there.
Unfortunately, the only games I can play at
Rowley’s are car-racing games and stuff like that.
Because whenever I bring a game up to Rowley’s
house, his dad looks it up on some parents’ Web
site. And if my game has any kind of fighting
or violence in it, he won’t let us play.
I’m getting a little sick of playing Formula One
Racing with Rowley, because he’s not a serious
gamer like me. All that you have to do to beat
Rowley is name your car something ridiculous at
the beginning of the game.
And then when you pass Rowley’s car, he just
falls to pieces.
Anyway, after I got done mopping the floor
with Rowley today, I headed home. I ran
through the neighbor’s sprinkler a couple times to
make it look like I was all sweaty, and that
seemed to do the trick for Dad.
But my trick kind of backfired, because as soon
as Mom saw me, she made me go upstairs and
take a shower.
I guess Dad must have been pretty happy with
himself for making me go outside yesterday,
because he did it again today
It’s getting really annoying to have to go up to
Rowley’s every time I want to play a video game.
There’s this weird kid named Fregley who lives
halfway between my house and Rowley’s, and
Fregley is always hanging out in his front yard.
So it’s pretty hard to avoid him
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Fregley is in my Phys Ed class at school, and he
has this whole made-up language. Like when he
needs to go to the bathroom, he says —
Us kids have pretty much figured Fregley out by
now, but I don’t think the teachers have really
caught on yet.
Today, I probably would have gone up to Rowley’s
on my own anyway, because my brother Rodrick
and his band were practicing down in the basement.
Rodrick’s band is really awful, and I can’t
stand being home when they’re having rehearsals.
His band is called “Loaded Diaper,” only it’s
spelled “Loded Diper” on Rodrick’s van.
You might think he spelled it that way to make it
look cooler, but I bet if you told Rodrick how
“Loaded Diaper” is really spelled, it would be news
Dad was against the idea of Rodrick starting a
band, but Mom was all for it.
She’s the one who bought Rodrick his first
I think Mom has this idea that we’re all going
to learn to play instruments and then become one
of those family bands like you see on tv.
Dad really hates heavy metal, and that’s the
kind of music Rodrick and his band play I don’t
think Mom really cares what Rodrick plays or listens
to, because to her, all music is the same. In
fact, earlier today, Rodrick was listening to one
of his CDs in the family room, and Mom came in
and started dancing.
That really bugged Rodrick, so he drove off to
the store and came back fifteen minutes later
with some headphones. And that pretty much
took care of the problem
Yesterday Rodrick got a new heavy metal CD,
and it had one of those “Parental Warning”
stickers on it.
I have never gotten to listen to one of those
Parental Warning CDs, because Mom and Dad never
let me buy them at the mall. So I realized the only
way I was gonna get a chance to listen to
Rodrick’s CD was if I snuck it out of the house.
Thismorning, after Rodrickleft, I called up Rowley
andtoldhimtobringhis CDplayerto school.
Then I went down to Rodrick’s room and took
You’re not allowed to bring personal music players
to school, so we had to wait to use it until after
lunch when the teachers let us outside. As soon
as we got the chance, me and Rowley snuck
around the back of the school and loaded up
But Rowley forgot to put batteries in his CD
player, so it was pretty much worthless.
Then I came up with this great idea for a game.
The object was to put the headphones on your
head and then try to shake them off without
using your hands.
The winner was whoever could shake the headphones
off in the shortest amount of time.
I had the record with seven and a half seconds,
but I think I might have shook some of my
fillings loose with that one.
Right in the middle of our game, Mrs. Craig came
around the corner and caught us red-handed. She
took the music player away from me and started
chewing us out.
But I think she had the wrong idea about what
we were doing back there. She started telling us
how rock and roll is “evil” and how it’s going to
ruin our brains.
I was going to tell her that there weren’t even
any batteries in the CD player, but I could tell she
didn’t want to be interrupted. So I just waited
until she was done, and then I said, “Yes, ma’am.”
But right when Mrs. Craig was about to let us
go, Rowley started blubbering about how he doesn’t
want rock and roll to ruin his “brains.”
Honestly, sometimes I don’t know about that boy.
Well, now I’ve gone and done it
Last night, after everyone was in bed, I snuck
downstairs to listen to Rodrick’s CD on the
stereo in the family room.
I put Rodrick’s new headphones on and cranked
up the volume really high. Then I hit “play.”
First, let me just say I can definitely understand
why they put that “Parental Warning” sticker
on the CD.
But I only got to hear about thirty seconds of
the first song before I got interrupted.
It turns out I didn’ t have the headphones plugged
into the stereo. So the music was actually coming
through the speakers, notthe headphones.
Dad marched me up to my room and shut the
door behind him, and then he said —
LET'S YOU AND
ME HAVE A TALK,
Whenever Dad says “friend” that way, you know
you’re in trouble. The first time Dad ever said
“friend” like that to me, I didn’t get that he was
being sarcastic. So I kind of let my guard down.
[\ _ - /I
I don’t make that mistake anymore.
Tonight, Dad yelled at me for about ten minutes,
and then I guess he decided he’d rather be in bed
than standing in my room in his underwear. He
told me I was grounded from playing video games
for two weeks, which is about what I expected.
I guess I should be glad that’s all he did.
The good thing about Dad is that when he gets
mad, he cools off real quick, and then it’s over.
Usually, if you mess up in front of Dad, he just
throws whatever he’s got in his hands at you.
GOOD TIME TO SCREW UP:
Mom has a totally different style when it
comes to punishment. If you mess up and Mom
catches you, the first thing she does is to take
a few days to figure out what your punishment
And while you’re waiting, you do all these nice
things to try to get off easier.
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ROOM FOR THE
HECK OF IT*
But then after a few days, right when you
forget you’re in trouble, that’s when she lays it
This video game ban is a whole lot tougher than
I thought it would be. But at least I’m not the
only one in the family who’s in trouble
Rodrick’s in some hot water with Mom right now,
too. Manny got ahold of one of Rodrick’s heavy
metal magazines, and one of the pages had a
picture of a woman in a bikini lying across the
hood of a car. And then Manny brought it into
day care for show-and-tell.
Anyway, I don’t think Mom was too happy about
getting that phone call.
I saw the magazine myself, and it honestly wasn’t
anything to get worked up over. But Mom doesn’t
allow that kind of stuff in the house.
Rodrick’s punishment was that he had to answer
a bunch of questions Mom wrote out for him.
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I’m still grounded from playing video games, so
Manny has been using my system Mom went out and
bought a whole bunch of educational video games,
and watching Manny play them is like torture.
The good news is that I finally figured out how
to get some of my games past Rowley’s dad. I
just put one of my discs in Manny’s “Discovering
the Alphabet” case, and that’s all it takes.
At school today, they announced that student
government elections are coming up. To be honest
with you, I’ve never had any interest in student
government. But when I started thinking about
it, I realized getting elected Treasurer could
totally change my situation at school.
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Nobody ever thinks about running for Treasurer,
because all anyone ever cares about are the big-
ticket positions like President and Vice President
So I figure if I sign up tomorrow, the
Treasurer job is pretty much mine for the taking.
Today, I went and put my name on the list to
run for Treasurer. Unfortunately, this kid named
Marty Porter is running for Treasurer, too, and
he’s real brainy at math. So this might not be as
easy as I thought.
I told Dad that I was running for student
government, and he seemed pretty excited. It
turns out he ran for student government when
he was my age, and he actually won.
Dad dug through some old boxes in the basement
and found one of his campaign posters.
I thought the poster idea was pretty good, so
I asked Dad to drive me to the store to get
some supplies. I loaded up on poster board and
markers, and I spent the rest of the night
making all my campaign stuff. So let’s just hope
these posters work.
I brought my posters in to school today, and I
have to say, they came out pretty good.
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I started hanging my posters up as soon as I
got in. But they were only up for about three
minutes before Vice Principal Roy spotted them
Mr. Roy said you weren’t allowed to write
“fabrications” about the other candidates. So I
told Mr. Roy that the thing about the head lice
was true, and how it practically closed down the
whole school when it happened.
But he took down all my posters anyway. So today,
Marty Porter was going around handing out lollipops
to buy himself votes while my posters were sitting at
the bottomofMr. Roy’s trash can. I guess this
means my political career is officially over.
Well, it’s finally October, and there are only
thirty days left until Halloween. Halloween is
my fAVori te holiday, even though Mom says
I’m getting too old to go trick-or-treating
Halloween is Dad’s favorite holiday, too, but for
a different reason. On Halloween night, while
all the other parents are handing out candy,
Dad is hiding in the bushes with a big trash
can full of water.
And if any teenagers pass by our driveway, he
I ’m not sure Dad really understands the concept
of Halloween. But I’m not gonna be the one who
Tonight was the opening night of the Crossland
High School haunted house, and I got Mom to
agree to take me and Rowley.
Rowley showed up at my house wearing his Halloween
costume from last year. When I called him earlier
I told him to just wear regular clothes, but of
course he didn’t listen.
I tried not to let it bother me too much, though.
I’ve never been allowed to go to the Crossland
haunted house before, and I wasn’t going to let
Rowley ruin it for me. Rodrick has told me all
about it, and I’ve been looking forward to this
for about three years
Anyway, when we got to the entrance, I
started having second thoughts about going in.
But Mom seemed like she was in a hurry to get this
over with, and she moved us along. Once we were
through the gate, it was one scare after another.
There were vampires jumping out at you and people
without heads and all sorts of crazy stuff.
But the worst part was this area called Chainsaw
Alley. There was this big guy in a hockey mask
and he had a reAl chainsaw. Rodrick told me
the chainsaw has a rubber blade, but I wasn’t
taking any chances.
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Right when it looked like the chainsaw guy
was going to catch us, Mom stepped in and
bailed us out.
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Mom made the chainsaw guy show us where the
exit was, and that was the end of our haunted
house experience right there. I guess it was a
little embarrassing when Mom did that, but I’m
willing to let it go this one time.
The Crossland haunted house really got me thinking.
Those guys were charging five bucks a pop, and
the line stretched halfway around the school.
I decided to make a haunted house of my own.
Actually, I had to bring Rowley in on the deal,
because Mom wouldn’t let me convert our first
floor into a full-out haunted mansion.
I knew Rowley’s dad wouldn’t be crazy about the
ide a, either, so we decided to build the haunted
house in his basement and just not mention it to
Me and Rowley spent most of the day coming up
with an awesome plan for our haunted house.
Here was our final plan:
I don’t mean to brag or anything, but what
we came up with was WAy better than the
Crossland High School haunted house.
We realized we were gonna need to get the word
out that we w ere doing this thing, so we got
some paper and made up a bunch of flyers.
I’ll admit maybe we stretched the truth a little
in our advertisement, but we had to make sure
people actually showed up.
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By the time we finished putting the flyers up
around the neighborhood and got back to
Rowley’s basement, it was already 2:30, and we
hadn’t even started putting the actual haunted
house together yet.
So we had to cut some corners from our
When 3:00 rolled around, we looked outside to
see if anyone had showed up. And sure enough,
there were about twenty neighborhood kids waiting
in line outside Rowley’s basement.
Now, I know our flyers said admission was fifty
cents, but I could see that we had a chance to
make a killing here.
So I told the kids that admission was two bucks,
and the fifty-cent thing was just a typo.
The first kid to cough up his two bucks was
Shane Snella. He paid his money and we let him
inside, and me and Rowley took our positions in
the Hall of Screams.
The Hall of Screams was basically a bed with me
and Rowley on either side of it.
I guess maybe we made the Hall of Screams a
little too scary, because halfway through, Shane
curled up in a ball underneath the bed. We tried
to get him to crawl out from under there, but
he wouldn’t budge.
I started thinking about all the money we were
losing with this kid clogging up the Hall of Screams,
and I knew we had to get him out of there, quick.
Eventually, Rowley’s dad came downstairs. At
first I was happy to see him, because I thought
he could help us drag Shane out from under the
bed and get our haunted house cranking again.
But Rowley’s dad wasn’t really in a helpful mood.
Rowley’s dad wanted to know what we were
doing, and why Shane Snella was curled up under
We told him that the basement was a haunted
house, and that Shane Snella actually PAiD
for us to do this to him. But Rowley’s dad didn’t
I admit that if you looked around, it didn’t
really look like a haunted house. All we had time
to put together was the Hall of Screams and the
Lake of Blood, which was just Rowley’s old
baby pool with half a bottle of ketchup in it.
I tried to show Rowley’s dad our original plan
to prove that we really were running a legitimate
operation, but he still didn’t seem convinced.
And to make a long story short, that was the
end of our haunted house.
The good news is, since Rowley’s dad didn’t
believe us, he didn’t make us refund Shane’s
money. So at least we cleared two bucks today.
Rowley ended up getting grounded for that whole
haunted house mess yesterday. He’s not allowed to
watch tv for a week, and he’s not allowed to
have me over at his house during that time.
That last part really isn’t fair, because that’s
punishing me, and I didn’t even do anything
wrong. And now where am I supposed to play
my video games?
Anyway, I felt kind of bad for Rowley. So
tonight, I tried to make it up to him I turned
on one of Rowley’s favorite tv shows, and I
did a play-by-play over the phone so he could
kind of experience it that way.
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OF THAT FLAMETHROWER*
I did my best to keep up with what was going on
on the screen, but to be honest with you, I’m
not sure if Rowley was getting the full effect.
Well, Rowley’s grounding is finally over, and just
in time for Halloween, too. I went up to his
house to check out his costume, and I have to
admit, I’m a little jealous.
Rowley’s Mom got him this knight costume that’s
WAy cooler than his costume from last year.
His knight outfit came with a helmet and a shield
and a real sword and eVerytHinG.
I’ve never had a store-bought costume before.
I still haven’t figured out what I’m gonna go as
tomorrow night, so I’ 1 prbbablyjust throw
something together at the last minute. I figure
maybe I’ll bringbackthe Toilet Paper Mummy again.
But I think it’s supposed to rain tomorrow
night, so that might not be the smartest choice.
In the past few years, the grown-ups in my
neighborhood have been getting cranky about
my lame costumes, and I’m starting to think it’s
actually having an effect on the amount of candy
I’m bringing in.
But I don’t really have time to put together a
good costume, because I’m in charge of planning
out the best route for me and Rowley to take
This year I’ve come up with a plan that’ 1 gdt us
at least twice the candy we scored last year.
About an hour before we were supposed to start
trick-or-treating, I still didn’t have a costume.
At that point I was seriously thinking about
going as a cowboy for the second year in a row.
But then Mom knocked at my door and handed
me a pirate costume, with an eye patch and a
hook and everything.
Rowley showed up around 6:30 wearing his
knight costume, but it didn’t look AnytHinG
like it looked yesterday.
Rowley’s mom made all these safety improvements
to it, and you couldn’t even tell what he was
supposed to be anymore.
She cut out a big hole in the front of the helmet
so he could see better, and covered him up in all
this reflective tape. She made him wear his winter
coat underneath everything, and she replaced his
sword with a glow stick.
I grabbed my pillowcase, and me and Rowley
started to head out. But Mom stopped us before
we could get out the door.
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Man, I should have known there was a catch
when Mom gave me that costume.
I told Mom there was no WAy we were taking
Manny with us, because we were going to hit 152
houses in three hours. And plus, we were going
to be on Snake Road, which is way too dangerous
for a little kid like Manny.
I should never have mentioned that last part,
because the next thing I knew, Mom was telling
Dad he had to go along with us to make sure we
didn’t step foot outside our neighborhood. Dad
tried to squirm out of it, but once Mom makes up
her mind, there’s no way you can change it.
Before we even got out of our own driveway, we
ran into our neighbor Mr. Mitchell and his kid
Jeremy. So of course tHey tagged along with us.
Manny and Jeremy wouldn’t trick-or-treat at any
houses with spooky decorations on them, so that
ruled out pretty much every house on our block.
Dad and Mr. Mitchell started talking about
football or something, and every time one of them
wanted to make a point, they’d stop walking.
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So we were hitting only about one house every
After a couple of hours, Dad and Mr. Mitchell
took the little kids home.
I was glad, because that meant me and Rowley
could take off. My pillowcase was almost empty,
so I wanted to make up as much time as possible.
“potty break. ” Imade himholdofffor another
forty- five minutes . Butby the time we gotto my
grarmna ’ s house, itwaspretty clear thatifldidn’ t
letRowleyusethebathroom,itwas gonna getmessy.
So I told Rowley if he wasn’t back outside in
one minute, I was gonna start helping myself to
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After that, we headed back out on the road.
But it was already 10:30, and I guess that’s
when most grown-ups decide Halloween is over.
You can kind of tell because that’s when they
start coming to the door in their pajamas and
giving you the evil eye.
We decided to head home. We made up a lot of
time after Dad and Manny left, so I was pretty
satisfied with how much candy we took in.
When we were halfway home, this pickup truck
came roaring down the street with a bunch of
high school kids in it.
The kid in the back was holding a fire extinguisher,
and when the truck passed by us, he opened fire.
I have to give Rowley credit, because he blocked
about 95% of the water with his shield. And if
he hadn’t done that, all our candy would have
When the truck drove away, I yelled out something
that I regretted about two seconds later.
The driver slammed on the brakes and he turned
his truck around. Me and Rowley started running,
but those guys were right on our heels.
The only place I could think of that was safe
was Gramma’s house, so we cut through a couple
backyards to get there. Gramma was in bed
already, but I knew she keeps a key under the
mat on her front porch.
Once we got inside, I looked out the window to see
if those guys had followed us, and sure enough,
they did. I tried to trick them into leaving, but
they wouldn’ t budge.
WELL, I GUESS NOW
THAT WE’RE SAFE IN
OUR OWN HOUSE,
YOU CAN’T GET US.'
After a while, we realized the teenagers were
going to wait us out, so we decided we were just
gonna have to spend the night at Gramma’s.
That’s when we started getting cocky, making
monkey noises at the teenagers and whatnot.
Well, at least I was making monkey noises.
Rowley was kind of making owl noises, but I
guess it was the same general idea.
I called Mom to tell her we were going to crash
at Gramma’s for the night. But Mom sounded
really mad on the phone.
She said it was a school night, and that we had
to get home right that instant. So that meant
we were gonna have to make a run for it.
I looked out the window, and this time, I didn’t
see the truck. But I knew those guys were hiding
somewhere and were just trying to draw us out.
So we snuck out the back door, hopped over
Gramma’s fence, and ran all the way to Snake
Road. I figured our chances were better there
because there aren’t any streetlights.
Snake Road is scary enough on its own without
having a truckload of teenagers hunting you
down. Every time we saw a car coming, we dove
into the bushes. It must’ve taken us a half
hour to go 100 yards.
But believe it or not, we made it all the way
home without getting caught. Neither one of us
let our guard down until we got to my driveway.
But right then, there was this awful scream, and
we saw a big wave of water coming toward us.
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Man, I forgot all about Dad, and we totally
paid the price for it.
When me and Rowley got inside, we laid out all
our candy on the kitchen table.
The only things we could salvage were a couple of
mints that were wrapped in cellophane, and the
toothbrushes Dr. Garrison gave us.
I think next Halloween T 1 j list stay home and
mooch some Butterfingers from the bowl Mom
keeps on top of the refrigerator.
On the bus ride into school today, we passed by
Gramma’s house. It got rolled with toilet paper
last night, which I guess was no big surprise.
I do feel a little bad, because it looked like it was
gonna take a long time to clean up. But on the
bright side, Gramma is retired, so she probably
didn’t have anything planned for today anyway.
In third period, Mr. Underwood, our Phys Ed
teacher, announced that the boys will be doing a
wrestling unit for the next six weeks.
If there’s one thing most boys in my school are
into, it’s professional wrestling. So Mr.
Underwood might as well have set off a bomb.
Lunch comes right after Phys Ed, and the
cafeteria was a complete madhouse.
I don’t know what the school is thinking having
a wrestling unit.
But I decided if I don’t want to get twisted
into a pretzel for the next month and a half, I’d
better do my homework on this wrestling business.
So I rented a couple of video games to learn
some moves. And you know what? After a while,
I was really starting to get the hang of it.
In fact, the other kids in my class had better
look out, because if I keep this up, I could be a
Then again, I better make sure I don’t do
too good. This kid named Preston Mudd got
named Athlete of the Month for being the best
player in the basketball unit, so they put his
picture up in the hallway.
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It took people about five seconds to realize how
“P. Mudd” sounded when you said it out loud,
and after that, it was all over for Preston.
Well, I found out today that the kind of wrestling
Mr. Underwood is teaching is completely
different from the kind they do on tv.
First of all, we have to wear these things called
“singlets,” which look like those bathing suits
they used to wear in the 1800 s.
And second of all, there are no pile drivers or
hitting people over the heads with chairs or
anything like that.
There’s not even a ring with ropes around it.
It’s just basically a sweaty mat that smells like
it’s never been washed before.
Mr. Underwood started asking for volunteers so
he could demonstrate some wrestling holds, but
there was no way I was going to raise my hand.
Me and Rowley tried to hide out in the back of
the gym near the curtain, but that’s where the
girls were doing their gymnastics unit.
We got out of there in a hurry, and we went
back to where the rest of the guys were__
Mr. Underwood singled me out, probably because
I’m the lightest kid in the class, and he could
toss me around without straining himself. He
showed everybody how to do all these things
called a “half nelson” and a “reversal” and a
“takedown” and stuff like that.
When he was doing this one move called the
“fireman’s carry,” I felt a breeze down below,
and I could tell my singlet wasn’t doing a good
job keeping me covered up.
That’s when I thanked my lucky stars the
girls were on the other side of the gym
Mr. Underwood divided us up into weight groups.
I was pretty happy about that at first,
because it meant I wasn’t going to have to
wrestle kids like Benny Wells, who can bench-press
But then I found out who I DiD have to wrestle,
and I would have traded for Benny Wells in a
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Fregley was the only kid light enough to be in my
weight class. And apparently Fregley was paying
attention when Mr. Underwood was giving
instructions, because he pinned me every which way
you could imagine. I spent my seventh period
getting WAy more familiar with Fregley than I
ever wanted to be.
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This wrestling unit has totally turned our school
upside down. Now kids are wrestling in the hallways,
in the classrooms, you name it. But the fifteen
minutes after lunch where they let us outside is
You can’t walk five feet without tripping over a
couple of kids going at it. I just try to keep
my distance. And mark my words, one of these
fools is going to roll right onto the Cheese and
start the Cheese Touch all over again.
My other big problem is that I have to wrestle
Fregley every single day. But this morning I
realized something. If I can move out of
Fregley’s weight class, I won’t have to wrestle
So today, I stuffed my clothes with a bunch of
socks and shirts to get myself into the next
But I was still too light to move up.
I realized I was gonna have to gain weight for
real. At first I thought I should just start
loading up on junk food, but then I had a much
I decided to gain my weight in muscle, not fat.
I’ve never been all that interested in getting in
shape before, but this wrestling unit has made me
I figure if I bulk up now, it could actually come
in handy down the road.
The football unit is coming in the spring, and
they split the teams up into shirts and skins.
And I AlWAys get put on skins.
I think they do that to make all the out-of-shape
kids feel ashamed of themselves.
If I can pack on some muscle now, it’ 1 bi a
whole different story next April.
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Tonight, after dinner, I got Mom and Dad
together and told them my plan. I told them I
was going to need some serious exercise equipment,
and some weight-gain powder, too.
I showed them some muscle magazines I got at
the store so they could see how ripped I was
going to be.
Mom didn’t really say anything at first, but Dad
was pretty enthusiastic. I think he was just
glad I had a change of heart from how I used
to be when I was a kid —
But Mom said if I wanted a weight set, I was
going to have to prove that I could stick with
an exercise regimen. She said I could do that by
doing sit-ups and jumping jacks for two weeks.
I had to explain that the only way to get
totally bulked up is to get the kind of high-tech
machines they have at the gym, but Mom didn’t
Then Dad said if I wanted a bench press, I
should keep my fingers crossed for Christmas.
But Christmas is a month and a half away. And
if I get pinned by Fregley one more time, I’m
gonna have a nervous breakdown.
So it looks like Mom and Dad aren’t going to be
any help. And that means I’m going to have to
take matters into my own hands, as usual _
I couldn’t wait to start my weight- training
program today. Even though Mom wouldn’t let
me get the equipment I needed, I wasn’t going
to let that hold me back.
So I went into the fridge and emptied out the
milk and orange juice and filled the jugs with
sand. Then I taped them to a broomstick, and
I had myself a pretty decent barbell.
ironing board and some boxes. Once I had that
all set, I was ready to do some serious lifting.
I needed a spotting partner, so I called
Rowley. And when he showed up at my door
wearing some ridiculous getup, I knew I made
a mistake inviting him.
I made Rowley use the bench press first, mostly
because I wanted to see if the broomstick was
going to hold up.
He did about five reps, and he was ready to
quit, but I wouldn’t let him That’ s what a
good training partner is for, to push you
beyond your limits
I knew Rowley wasn’t going to be as serious
about weight lifting as I was, so I decided to
try out an experiment to test his dedication.
In the middle of Rowley’s set, I went and got
this phony nose and mustache Rodrick has in his
And right when Rowley had the barbell in the
Sure enough, Rowley totally lost his
concentration. He couldn’t even get the barbell
off his chest. I thought about helping him out,
but then I realized that if Rowley didn’t get
serious about working out, he was never going to
get to my level.
I eventually had to rescue him, because he started
biting the milk jug to let the sand leak out.
After Rowley got off the bench press, it was
time for my set. But Rowley said he didn’t feel
like working out anymore, and he went home.
You know, I figured he’d pull something like that.
But I guess you can’t expect everyone to have
the same kind of dedication as you.
Today in Geography we had a quiz, and I have
to say, I’ve been looking forward to this one for
a long time.
The quiz was on state capitals, and I sit in
the back of the room, right next to this giant
map of the United States. All the capitals are
written in big red print, so I knew I had this
But right before the test got started, Patty
Farrell piped up from the front of the room.
Patty told Mr. Ira that he should cover up the
United States map before we got started.
So thanks to Patty, I ended up flunking the
quiz. And I will definitely be looking for a way
to pay her back for that one.
Tonight Mom came up to my room, and she had a
flyer in her hand. As soon as I saw it, I knew
eXActly what it was.
It was an announcement that the school is having
tryouts for a winter play. Man, I should have
thrown that thing out when I saw it on the
I BeGGeD her not to make me sign up. Those
school plays are always musicals, and the last
thing I need is to have to sing a solo in front
of the whole school.
But all my begging seemed to do was make Mom
more sure I should do it.
Mom said the only way I was going to be
“well-rounded” was by trying different things.
Dad came in my room to see what was going on.
I told Dad that Mom was making me sign up for
the school play, and that if I had to start
going to play practices, it would totally mess up
my weight-lifting schedule.
I knew that would make Dad take my side. Dad
and Mom argued for a few minutes, but Dad was
no match for Mom.
So that means tomorrow I’ve got to audition
for the school play.
The play they’re doing this year is “The Wizard
of Oz.” A lot of kids came wearing costumes for
the parts they were trying out for.
I’ve never even seen the movie, so for me, it
was like walking into a freak show.
Mrs. Norton, the music director, made everyone
sing “My Country ’ is iff Thee” so she could hear
our singing voices. I did my singing tryouts with
a bunch of other boys whose moms made them
come, too. I tried to sing as quietly as possible,
but of course I got singled out, anyway.
I have no idea what a “soprano” is, but from
the way some of the girls were giggling, I knew
it wasn’t a good thing.
Tryouts went on forever. The grand finale came
with auditions for Dorothy, who I guess is the
lead character in the play.
And who should try out first but Patty Farrell.
I thought about trying out for the part of the
Witch, because I heard that in the play, the
Witch does all sorts of mean things to Dorothy.
But then somebody told me there’s a Good Witch
and a Bad Witch, and with my luck. I’d end up
getting picked to be the good one.
I was hoping Mrs. Norton would just cut me from
the play, but today she said that everyone who
tried out is going to get a part. So lucky me.
Mrs. Norton showed “The Wizard of Oz” movie
so everyone would know the story. I was trying
to figure out what part I should play, but
pretty much every character has to sing or dance
at one point or another. But about halfway
through the movie, I figured out what part I
wanted to sign up for. I ’m going to sign up to
be a Tree, because 1) they don’t have to sing
and 2) they get to bean Dorothy with apples.
Getting to peg Patty Farrell with apples in
front of a live audience would be my dream come
true. I may actually have to thank Mom for
making me do this play once it’s all over.
After the movie ended, I signed up to be a Tree.
Unfortunately, a bunch of other guys had the
same idea as me, so I guess there are a lot of
guys who have a bone to pick with Patty Farrell.
Well, like Mom always says, be careful what you
wish for. I got picked to be a Tree, but I
don’t know if that’s such a good thing. The
Tree costumes don’t actually have arm holes, so
I guess that rules out any apple-throwing
I should probably feel lucky that I got a
speaking part at all. They had too many kids
trying out, and not enough roles, so they had
Rodney James tried out to be the Tin Man, but
he got stuck with being the Shrub.
Remember how I said I was lucky to get a
speaking part? Well, today I found out I only
have one line in the whole play. I say it when
Dorothy picks an apple off my branch.
That means I have to go to a two-hour practice
every day just so I can say one stupid word.
I’m starting to think Rodney James got a better
deal as the Shrub. He found a way to sneak a
video game into his costume, and I’ 1 bit that
really makes the time go by.
So now I’m trying to think of ways to get Mrs.
Norton to kick me out of the play. But when
you only have one word to say, it’s really hard to
mess up your lines.
The play is only a couple of days away, and I
have no idea how we’re going to pull this thing off.
First of all, nobody has bothered to learn their
lines, and that’s all Mrs. Norton’s fault.
During rehearsal, Mrs. Norton whispers everyone’s
lines to them from the side of the stage-
I wonder how it’s going to go next Tuesday
when Mrs. Norton is sitting at her piano thirty
Another thing that’s screwing everything up is
that Mrs. Norton keeps adding new scenes and
Yesterday, she brought in this first-grader to
play Dorothy’s dog, Toto. But today, the kid’s
mom came in and said she wanted her child to
walk around on two legs, because crawling around
on all fours would be too “degrading.”
So now we’ve got a dog that’s gonna be walking
around on his hind legs for the whole show.
But the worst change is that Mrs. Norton actually
wrote a song that us trees have to sing.
She said everyone “deserves” a chance to sing
in the play.
So today we spent an hour learning the worst
song that’s ever been written.
Thank God Rodrick won’t be in the audience to
see me humiliate myself. Mrs. Norton said the
play is going to be a “semiformal occasion,” and
I know there’s no way Rodrick is going to wear
a tie for a middle school play.
But today wasn’t all bad. Toward the end of
practice, Archie Kelly tripped over Rodney James
and chipped his tooth because he couldn’t stick
his anus out to break his fall.
So the good news is, they’re letting us Trees
carve out arm holes for the performance.
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ofOz.” The firstsignthatthings were notgoingto
I was peeking through
the curtain to check out
how many people showed
up to see the play, and
guess who was standing
right up front? My
brother Rodrick, wearing
a clip-on tie.
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He must have found out I was singing, and he
couldn’t resist the chance to see me embarrass myself.
The play was supposed to start at 8:00, but it got
delayed because Rodney James had stage fright.
You’d figure that someone whose job it was to sit
on the stage and do nothing could just suck it up
for one performance. But Rodney wouldn’t budge,
and eventually, his mom had to carry him off.
The play finally got started around 8:30.
Nobody could remember their lines, just like I
predicted, but Mrs. Norton kept things moving
along with her piano.
The kid who played Toto brought a stool and a
pile of comic books onto the stage, and that
totally ruined the whole “dog” effect.
When it was time for the forest scene, me and
the other Trees hopped into our positions. The
curtains rose, and when they did, I heard
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Great. I have been able to keep that nickname
quiet for five years, and now all of the sudden
the whole town knew it. I could feel about 300
pairs of eyeballs pointed my way.
So I did some quick ad-libbing and I was able to
deflect the embarrassment over to Archie Kelly.
But the major embarrassment was still on the
way. When I heard Mrs. Norton playing the
first few bars of “We Three Trees,” I felt my
I looked out at the audience, and I noticed
Rodrick was holding a video camera.
I knew that if I sang the song and Rodrick
recorded it, he would keep the tape forever and
use it to humiliate me for the rest of my life.
I didn’t know what to do, so when the time
came to start singing, I just kept my mouth shut.
For a few seconds there, things went ok. I
figured that if I didn’t technically sing the
song, then Rodrick wouldn’t have anything to
hold over my head. But after a few seconds, the
other Trees noticed I wasn’t singing.
I guess they must’ve thought I knew something
that they didn’t, so they stopped singing, too.
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Now the three of us were just standing there,
not saying a word. Mrs. Norton must have
thought we forgot the words to the song,
because she came over to the side of the stage
and whispered the rest of the lyrics to us.
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DOTH MOVE ON !
LIGHTER FEET . . . '
The song is only about three minutes long, but
to me it felt like an hour and a half. I was just
praying the curtains would go down so we could
hop off the stage.
That’s when I noticed Patty Farrell standing in
the wings. And if looks could kill, us Trees would
be dead. She probably thought we were ruining her
chances of making it to Broadway or something.
Seeing Patty standing there reminded me why I
signed up to be a Tree in the first place.
Pretty soon, the rest of the Trees started
throwing apples, too. I think Toto even got in
on the act.
Somebody knocked the glasses off of Patty’s
head, and one of the lenses broke. Mrs. Norton
had to shut down the play after that, because
Patty can’t see two feet in front of her
without her glasses.
After the play was over, my family went home
together. Mom had brought a bouquet of flowers,
and I guess they were supposed to be for me.
But she ended up tossing them in the trash can
on the way out the door.
I just hope that everyone who came to see the
play was as entertained as I was.
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Well, if one good thing came out of the play, it’s
that I don’t have to worry about the “Bubby”
I saw Archie Kelly getting hassled in the hallway
after fifth period today, so it looks like I can
finally start to breathe a little easier.
With all this stuff going on at school, I
haven’t even had time to think about Christmas.
And it’s less than ten days away.
In fact, the only thing that tipped me off
that Christmas was coming was when Rodrick put
his wish list up on the refrigerator.
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I usually make a big wish list every year, but
this Christmas, all I really want is this video
game called Twisted Wizard.
Tonight Manny was going through the Christmas
catalog, picking out all the stuff he wants with
a big red marker. Manny was circling every single
toy in the catalog. He was even circling really
expensive things like a giant motorized car and
stuff like that.
So I decided to step in and give him some good
I told him that if he circled stuff that was
too expensive, he was going to end up with a
bunch of clothes for Christmas. I said he
should just pick three or four medium-priced
gifts so he would end up with a couple of
things he actually wanted.
But of course Manny just went back to circling
everything again. So I guess he’ll just have to
learn the hard way.
When I was seven, the only thing I really
wanted for Christmas was a Barbie Dream House.
And not because I like girls’ toys, like
I just thought it would be a really awesome fort
for my toy soldiers.
When Mom and Dad saw my wish list that year,
they got in a big fight over it. Dad said there was
no way he was getting me a dollhouse, but Mom
said it was healthy for me to “experiment” with
whatever kind of toys I wanted to play with.
Believe it or not, Dad actually won that argument.
Dad told me to start my wish list over and pick
some toys that were more “appropriate” for boys.
Butlhave a secret weapon whenitcomes to
Christmas. My Uncle Charlie always gets me whatever
Iwant. I told himl wanted the Barbie Dream
House, and he saidhe’dhookmeup.
On Christmas, when Uncle Charlie gave me my
gift, it was not what I asked for. He must’ve
walked into the toy store and picked up the first
thing he saw that had the word “Barbie”
So if you ever see a picture of me where I’m
holding a Beach Fun Barbie, now at least you
know the whole story.
Dad wasn’t real happy when he saw what Uncle
Charlie got me. He told me to either throw it
out or give it away to charity.
But I kept it anyway. And ok, I admit maybe
I took it out and played with it once or twice.
That’s how I ended up in the emergency room
two weeks later with a pink Barbie shoe stuck up
my nose. And believe me, Rodrick has never let
me hear the end of tHAt.
Tonight me and Mom went out to get a gift for
the Giving Tree at church. The Giving Tree is
basically a Secret Santa kind of thing where you
get a gift for someone who is needy.
Mom picked out a red wool sweater for our
Giving Tree guy.
I tried to talk Mom into getting something a
lot cooler, like a tV or a slushie machine or
something like that.
Because imagine if all you got on Christmas was
a wool sweater.
I ’m sure our Giving Tree guy will throw his sweater
in the trash, along with the ten cans of yams we
sent his way during the Thanksgiving Food Drive.
When I woke up this morning and went downstairs,
there were about a million gifts under the Christmas
tree. But when I started digging around, there
were hardly any gifts with my name on them.
But Manny made out like a bandit. He got eVery
single thing he circled in the catalog, no lie. So
I’ll bet he’s glad he didn’t listen to me.
I did find a couple things with my name on
them, but they were mostly books and socks and
stuff like that.
I opened my gifts in the corner behind the
couch, because I don’t like opening gifts near
Dad. Whenever someone opens a gift, Dad swoops
right in and cleans up after them.
I gave Manny a toy helicopter and I gave
Rodrick a book about rock bands. Rodrick gave
me a book, too, but of course he didn’t wrap it.
The book he got me was “Best of L’il Cutie.”
“L’il Cutie” is the worst comic in the newspaper,
and Rodrick knows how much I hate it. I think
this is the fourth year in a row I’ve gotten a
“L’il Cutie” book from him
I gave Mom and Dad their gifts. I get them
the same kind of thing every year, but parents
eat that stuff up.
The rest of the relatives started showing up
around 11:00, and Uncle Charlie came at noon.
Uncle Charlie brought a big trash bag full of
gifts, and he pulled my present out of the top
of the bag.
The package was the exact right size and shape
to be a Twisted Wizard game, so I knew Uncle
Charlie came through for me. Mom got the camera
ready and I tore open my gift.
But it was just an 8 x 10 picture of Uncle Charlie.
I guess I didn’t do a good job of hiding my
disappointment, and Mom got mad. All I can say
is, I’m glad I’m still a kid, because if I had to
act happy about the kinds of gifts grown-ups
get, I don’t think I could pull it off.
I went up to my room to take a break for a
while. A couple minutes later, Dad knocked on my
door. He told me he had my gift for me out in
the garage, and the reason it was out there was
because it was too big to wrap.
And when I walked down to the garage, there
was a brand-new weight set.
That thing must have cost a fortune. I didn’t
have the heart to tell Dad that I kind of lost
interest in the whole weight-lifting thing when
the wrestling unit ended last week. So I just
said “thanks” instead.
I think Dad was expecting me to drop down and
start doing some reps or something, but I just
excused myself and went back inside.
At about 6:00, all the relatives cleared out.
I was sitting on the couch watching Manny play
with his toys, feeling pretty sorry for myself.
Then Mom came up to me and said that she
found a gift behind the piano with my name on
it, and it said, “From Santa.”
The box was way too big for Twisted Wizard, but
Mom pulled the same “big box” trick on me last
year when she got me a memory card for my
video game syste m
So I ripped open the package and pulled out my
present. Only this wasn’t Twisted Wizard,
either. It was a giant red wool sweater.
At first I thought Mom was playing some
kind of practical joke on me, because this
sweater was the same kind we bought for our
Giving Trpp giiy
But Mom seemed pretty confused, too. She said
she DiD buy me a video game, and that she had
no idea what the sweater was doing in my box.
And then I figured it out. I told Mom there
must have been some kind of mix-up, and I got
the Giving Tree guy’s gift, and he got mine.
Mom said she used the same kind of wrapping
paper for both of our gifts, so she must’ ve
written the wrong names on the tags.
But then Mom said that this was really a good
thing, because the Giving Tree guy was probably
really happy he got such a great gift.
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I had to explain that you need a game system
and a tV to play Twisted Wizard, so the game
was totally useless to him
Even though my Christmas was not going that
great, I’m sure it was going a whole lot worse
for the Giving Tree guy.
I kind of decided to throw in the towel for this
Christmas, and I headed up to Rowley’s house.
I forgot to get a gift for Rowley, so I just
slapped a bow on the _“L’ il Cutie” book
Rodrick gave me.
And that seemed to do the trick.
Rowley’s parents have a lot of money, so I can
always count on them for a good gift.
But Rowley said that this year he picked out my
gift himself. Then he brought me outside to show
me what it was.
From the way Rowley was hyping his present, I
thought he must have gotten me a big- screen
tV or a motorcycle or something.
But once again, I let my hopes get too high.
Rowley got me a Big Wheel. I guess I would
have thought this was a cool gift when I was in
the third grade, but I have no idea what I’m
supposed to do with one now.
Rowley was so enthusiastic about it that I tried
my best to act like I was happy anyway.
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We went back inside, and Rowley showed me his
He sure got a lot more stuff than I did. He
even got Twisted Wizard, so at least I can play
it when I come up to his house. That is, until
Rowley’s dad finds out how violent i t is.
And boy, you have never seen someone as happy as
Rowley with his “L’il Cutie” book. His mom said it
was the only thing on his list that he didn’t get.
Well, I’m glad someone got what they
New Year’s Eve
Incase you’re wondering whatFmdoinginmyroom
at 9 : 00 p.m. onNew Year ’s Eve, letme fill youin.
Earlier today, me and Manny were horsing around in
the basement. I found a tiny blackball ofthread
on the carpet, and I told Manny it was a spider.
Then I held it over him pretending like I was
going to make him eat it.
Right when I was about to let Manny go, he
slapped my hand and made me drop the thread.
And guess what? That fool swallowed it.
Well, Manny completely lost his mind. He ran
upstairs to where Mom was, and I knew I was
in big trouble.
Manny told Mom I made him eat a spider. I
told her there was no spider, and that it was
just a tiny ball of thread.
Mom brought Manny over to the kitchen table.
Then she put a seed, a raisin, and a grape on a
plate and told Manny to point to the thing
that was the closest in size to the piece of
thread he swallowed.
Manny took a while to look over the things on
Then he walked over to the refrigerator and
pulled out an orange.
So that’s why I got sent to bed at 7:00 and
I ’m not downstairs watching the New Year’s
Eve special on tV.
And that’s also why my only New Year’s
resolution is to never play with Manny again.
I found a way to have some fun with the Big Wheel
Rowley got me for Christmas . I came up with this
game where one guy rides down the hill and the
other guy tries to knockhimoffwitha football.
Rowley was the first one down the hill, and I
was the thrower.
It’ s a lot harder to hit a moving target than I
thought. Plus, I didn’t get a lot of practice. It
took Rowley like ten minutes to walk the Big Wheel
back up the hill after every trip down.
Rowley kept asking to switch places and have me
be the one who rides the Big Wheel, but I’m no
fool. That thing was hitting thirty- five miles an
hour, and it didn’t have any brakes.
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Anyway, I never did knock Rowley off the Big
Wheel today. But I guess I have something to
work at over the rest of Christmas vacation.
I was heading up to Rowley’s today to play our
Big Wheel game again, but Mom said I had to
finish my Christmas thank-yous before I went
I thought I could just crank out my thank-you
cards in a half hour, but when it came to actually
writing them, my mind went blank.
Let me tell you, it’s not easy writing thank-you
notes for stuff you didn’t want in the first place.
I started with the nonclothes items, because I
thought they’d be easiest. But after two or
three cards, I realized I was practically writing
the same thing every time.
So I wrote up a general form on the computer
with blanks for the things that needed to change.
Writing the cards from there was a breeze.
Dear /\un+ Lydid,
Thank you so much for the awesome ehcyclopedfa !
How did you know I wanted that for Christmas?
I love the way the encyclopedia looks on my shelf !
All my friends will be so jealous that I have my very own
Thank you for making this the best Christmas ever!
My system worked out pretty well for the first
couple of gifts, but after that, not so much.
Thank you so much for the awesome patvhs !
How did you know I wanted that for Christmas?
I love the way the pan-fs looks on my legs !
All my friends will be so jealous that I have my very own
Thank you for making this the best Christmas ever!
Sincerely, Gre 3
I finally knocked Rowley off the Big Wheel today,
but it didn’t happen the way I expected. I was
trying to hit him in the shoulder, but I missed,
and the football went under the front tire.
Rowley tried to break his fall by sticking out his
arms, but he landed pretty hard on his left
hand. I figured he’d just shake it off and get
right back on the bike, but he didn’t.
I tried to cheer him up, but all the jokes that
usually crack him up weren’t working.
So I knew he must be hurt pretty bad.
r UEY, LOOK AT ME!
I’M YOUR DAD!
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Chrishnas vacation is over, and now we’re back
at school. And you remember Rowley’s Big Wheel
accident? Well, he broke his hand, and now he has
to wear a cast. And today, everyone was crowding
around him like he was a hero or something.
I tried to cash in on some of Rowley’s new
popularity, but it totally backfired.
At lunch a bunch of girls invited Rowley over to
their table so they could feeD him
What really ticks me off about that is that
Rowley is right-handed, and it’s his left hand
that’s broken. So he can feed himself just fine.
I realized Rowley’s injury thing is a pretty
good racket, so I decided it was time for me to
have an injury of my o wn.
I took some gauze from home, and I wrapped
up my hand to make it look like it was hurt.
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I couldn’t figure out why the girls weren’t
swarming me like they swarmed Rowley, but then
I realized what the proble m was.
See, the cast is a great gimmick because everyone
wants to sign their name on it. But it’s not exactly
easy to sign gauze with a pen.
So I came up with a solution that I thought
was just as good.
That idea was a total bust, too. My bandage did
end up attracting attention from a couple of
people, but believe me, they were not the type
of people I was going for.
CAN I PEEK
Last week we started the third quarter at
school, so now I have a whole bunch of new
classes. One of the classes I signed up for is
something called Independent Study.
I WAnteD to sign up for Home Economics 2,
because I was pretty good at Home Ec 1 .
But being good at sewing does not exactly buy
you popularity points at school.
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Anyway, this Independent Study thing is an
experiment they’re trying out at our school for
the first time
The idea is that the class gets assigned a project,
and then you have to work on it together with no
teacher in the room for the whole quarter.
The catch is that when you’re done, everyone
in your group gets the same grade. I found out
that Ricky Fisher is in my class, which could be
a big problem
Ricky’s big claim to fame is that he’ll pick the
gum off the bottom of a desk and chew it if you
pay him fifty cents. So I don’t really have high
hopes for our final grade.
Today we got our Independent Study assignment,
and guess what it is? We have to build a robot.
At first everybody kind of freaked out, because
we thought we were going to have to build the
robot from scratch.
But Mr. Darnell told us we don’t have to build
an actual robot. We just need to come up with
ideas for what our robot might look like and
what kinds of things it would be able to do.
Then he left the room, and we were on our own.
We started brainstorming right away. I wrote
down a bunch of ideas on the blackboard.
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Everybody was pretty impressed with my ideas,
but it was easy to come up with them. All I
did was write down all the things I hate
But a couple of the girls got up to the front of
the room, and they had some ideas of their own.
They erased my list and drew up their own plan.
They wanted to invent a robot that would give
you dating advice and have ten types of lip gloss
on its fingertips.
All us guys thought this was the stupidest idea
we ever heard. So we ended up splitting into two
groups, girls and boys. The boys went to the
other side of the room while the girls stood
Now that we had all the serious workers in one
place, we got to work. Someone had the idea
that you can say your name to the robot and it
can say it back to you.
But then someone else pointed out that you
shouldn’t be able to use bad words for your
name, because the robot shouldn’t be able to
curse . So we decided we should come up with a
list of all the bad words the robot shouldn’t be
able to say.
We came up with all the regular bad words, but
then Ricky Fisher came up with twenty more the
rest of us had never even heard before^
So Ricky ended up being one of the most valuable
contributors on this project.
Right before the bell rang, Mr. Darnell came
back in the room to check on our progress. He
picked up the piece of paper we were writing on
To make a long story short, Independent Study
Well, at least it is for us boys. So if the robots
in the future are going around with cherry lip
gloss for fingers, at least now you know how it
all got started.
In school today they had a general assembly and
showed the movie “It’s Great to Be Me,” which
they show us every year.
The movie is all about how you should be happy
with who you are and not change anything
To be honest with you, I think that’s a really
dumb message to be telling kids, especially the
ones at my school.
Later on, they made an announcement that
there are some openings on the Safety Patrols,
and that got me thinking.
If someone picks on a Safety Patrol, it can get
them suspended. The way I figure it, I can use
any extra protection I can get.
Plus, I realized that maybe being in a position
of authority could be good for me.
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I went down to Mr. Winsky’s office and signed
myself up, and I got Rowley to sign up, too.
I thought Mr. Winsky would make us do a
bunch of chin-ups or jumping jacks or something
to prove we were up for the job, but he just
handed us our belts and badges on the spot.
Mr. Winsky said the openings were for a special
assignment. Our school is right next to the
elementary school, and they’ve got a half-day
He wants us to walk the morning session kids home
in the middle of the day. I realized that meant
we would miss twenty minutes of Pre- Algebra.
Rowley must have figured that out, too, because
he started to speak up. But I gave him a wicked
pinch underneath the desk before he could finish
Today was our first day as Safety Patrols. Me and
Rowley don’t technically have stations like all the
other Patrols, so that means we don’t have to stand
out in the freezing cold for an hour before school.
But that didn’t stop us from coming to the
cafeteria for the free hot chocolate they hand
out to the other Patrols before homeroom
Another great perk is that you get to show up
ten minutes late for first period.
I ’m telling you. I’ve got it made with this
Safety Patrol thing.
At 12:15, me and Rowley left school and walked
the kindergartners home. The whole trip ate up
forty- five minutes, and there were only twenty
minutes of Pre- Algebra left when we got back.
Walking the kids home was no sweat. But one of
the kindergartners started to smell a little funny,
and I think maybe he had an accident in his pants.
He tried to let me know about it, but I just
stared straight ahead and kept walking. F 1 1
take these kids home, but believe me, I didn’t
sign up for any diaper duty.
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Today it snowed for the first time this winter,
and school was canceled. We were supposed to
have a test in Pre- Algebra, and I’ve kind of
slacked off ever since I became a Safety Patrol.
So I was psyched.
I called Rowley and told him to come over. Me and
him have been talking about building the world’s
biggest snowman for the past couple of years now.
And when I say the world’s biggest snowman,
I’m not kidding. Our goal is to get into the
“Guinness Book of World Records.”
But every time we’ve gotten serious about going
for the record, all the snow has melted, and
we’ve missed our window of opportunity. So this
year, I wanted to get started right away.
When Rowley came over, we started rolling the
first snowball to make the base. I figured the
base was going to have to be at least eight feet
tall on its own if we wanted to have a shot at
breaking the record. But the snowball got real
heavy, and we had to take a bunch of breaks in
between rolls so we could catch our breath.
During one of our breaks, Mom came outside to go
to the grocery store, but our snowball was blocking
her car in. So we got a little tree labor out of her.
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After our break, me and Rowley pushed that
snowball until we couldn’t push it any farther.
But when we looked behind us, we saw the mess
we had made.
The snowball had gotten so heavy that it tore
up all the sod Dad had just laid down this fall.
I was hoping it would snow a few more inches
and cover up our tracks, but just like that, it
Our plan to build the world’s biggest snowman
was starting to fall apart. So I came up with a
better idea for our snowball.
Every time it snows, the kids from Whirley
Street use our hill for sledding, even though this
isn’t their neighborhood.
So tomorrow morning, when the Whirley Street
kids come marching up our hill, me and Rowley are
going to teach those guys a lesson.
When I woke up this morning, the snow was
already starting to melt. So I told Rowley to
hurry up and get down to my house.
While I was waiting for Rowley to show up, I
watched Manny trying to build a snowman out of
the piddly crumbs of snow that were left over
from our snowball.
It was actually kind of pathetic.
I really couldn’t help doing what I did next.
Unfortunately for me, right at that moment,
Dad was at the front window.
Dad was Aire ADymad at me for tearing up
the sod, so I knew I was in for it. I heard the
garage door open and I saw Dad coining outside.
He marched right out carrying a snow shovel, and I
thought I was going to have to make a run for it.
But Dad was heading for my snowball, not me.
And in less than a minute, he reduced all our
hard work to nothing.
Rowley came by a few minutes later. I thought he
might actually get a kick out of what happened.
But I guess he had his heart set on rolling
that snowball down the hill, and he was really
mad. But get this: Rowley was mad at me for
what DAD did
I told Rowley he was being a big baby, and we
got in a shoving match. Right when it looked like
we were going to get in an all-out fight, we got
ambushed from the street.
It was a hit-and-run by the Whirley Street kids.
And if Mrs. Levine, my English teacher, was
there, Em sure she would have said the whole
situation was “ironic.”
Today at school they announced there’s an opening
for the cartoonist job in the school paper. There’s
only one comic slot, and up until now this kid named
Bryan Little has been hogging it all to himself.
Bryan has this comic called “Wacky Dawg,” and
when it started off, it was actually pretty funny.
But lately, Bryan’s been using his strip to handle
his personal business. I guess that’s why they
Susan Lim, if you are reading this,
Bryan is very sorry he kissed your
best friend Rachel behind the
lockers. He hopes you can find it in
your heart to forgive him.
P.S. Barry Palmer,
you still owe Bryan
five dollars, you
As soon as I heard the news, I knew I had to
try out. “Wacky Dawg” made Bryan Little a
celebrity at our school, and I wanted to get in
on some of that kind of fame.
I had a taste of what it’s like to be famous at
my school when I won honorable mention in this
antismoking contest they had.
All I did was trace a picture from one of
Rodrick’s heavy metal magazines, but luckily, no
one ever found out.
The kid who won first place is named Chris
Carney. And what kind of ticks me off is that
Chris smokes at least a pack of cigarettes a day.
Me and Rowley decided to team up and do a
cartoon together. So after school today he came
over to my house, and we got to work.
We banged out a bunch of characters real
quick, but that turned out to be the easy
part. When we tried to think up some jokes,
we kind of hit a wall.
I finally came up with a good solution.
I made up a cartoon where the punch line of
every strip is “Zoo- Wee Mama !
That way we wouldn’t get bogged down with having
to write actual jokes, and we could concentrate on
For the first couple of strips, I did the writing
and drew the characters, and Rowley drew the
boxes around the pictures.
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enough to do, so I lethim write a few ofthe strips.
But to be honest with you, there was a pretty
obvious drop in quality once Rowley started doing
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Eventually I got kind of sick of the “Zoo- Wee
Mama” idea and I pretty much let Rowley take
over the whole operation.
And believe it or not, Rowley’s drawing skills
are worse than his writing skills.
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I told Rowley maybe we should come up with
some new ideas, but he just wanted to keep
writing “Zoo- Wee Mamas.” Then he packed up
his comics and went home, which was fine by me.
I don’t really want to be partnered up with a
kid who doesn’t draw noses, anyway.
After Rowley left yesterday, 1 really got to work
on some comics. I came up with this character called
Creighton the Cretin, and I got on a roll.
WAR WAR WAR WAR*
I must’ve banged out twenty strips, and I
didn’t even break a sweat.
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OOPS. I HAVE BEEN TRYING
TO OPEN IT ALL DAY.
DOCTOR, COULD I
HAVE A NEW BUTT?
MY OLD ONE HAS A
CRACK IN IT.
CREIGHTON, I TOLD
YOU A MILLION TIMES,
EVERYONE’S BUTT HAS
A CRACK IN IT?
OH YEAH, I
The great thing about these “Creighton the Cretin”
comics is that with all the idiots running around my
school, I will neverrunout ofnew material.
When I got to school today, I took my comics
to Mr. Ira’s office. He’s the teacher who runs
the school newspaper.
But when I went to turn my strips in, I saw
that there was a pile of comics from other kids
who were trying out for the job.
Most of them were pretty bad, so I wasn’t too
worried about the competition.
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One of the comics was called “Dumb Teachers,”
and it was written by this kid named Bill Tritt.
Bill is always in detention, so I guess he has a
bone to pick with just about every teacher in the
school, including Mr. Ira.
So I’m not too worried about the chances of
Bill’s comic getting in, either.
(fron +he poop.)
There were actually one or two decent comics in
the bin. But I slipped them under a pile of
paperwork on Mr. Ira’s desk.
Hopefully, those ones won’t turn up until I’m
in high school
Today, during morning announcements, I got
The paper came out today at lunch time, and
everyone was reading it.
I really wanted to pick up a copy to see my
name in print, but I decided to just play it cool
for a while instead.
I sat at the end of the lunch table so there
would be plenty of room for me to start signing
autographs for my new fans. But nobody was coming
over to tell me how great my comic was, and I
started to get the feeling something was wrong.
I grabbed a paper and went into the bathroom
to check it out. And when I saw my comic, I
practically had a heart attack.
Mr. Ira told me he had made some “minor
edits” to my comic. I thought he just meant he
he fixed spelling mistakes and stuff like that, but
he totally butchered it.
The comic he ruined was one of my favorite ones,
too. In the original, Creighton the Cretinis taking
a math test, and he accidentally eats it. And then
the teacher yells at him for being such a moron.
By the time Mr. Ira was done with it, you
practically couldn’t recognize it as the same strip.
Creighton the Curious Student by Gregory Heffley
Teacher, if x + 43 = 89,
then what would x be?^^
Creighton, x would be 46!
Thanks. Kids, if you want to learn
more about math, be sure to visit
Mr. Humphrey during his office
hours. Or visit the library and
check out the newly expanded
Math and Science section!
So I’m pretty sure I won’t be signing autographs
Me and Rowley were enjoying our hot chocolate
in the cafeteria with the rest of the Patrols
today, and there was an announcement on the
Rowley went down to Mr. Winsky’s office, and
when Rowley came back fifteen minutes later, he
looked pretty shaken up.
Apparently Mr. Winsky got a call from a parent
who said they witnessed Rowley “terrorizing”
the kindergartners when he was supposed to be
walking them home from school. And Mr. Winsky
was really mad about it.
Rowley said Mr. Winsky yelled at him for about
ten minutes and said his actions “disrespected
You know, I think I might just know what this
is all about. Last week, Rowley had to take a
quiz during fourth period, so I walked the
kindergartners home on my own.
It had rained that morning, and there were a
lot of worms on the sidewalk. So I decided to
have some fun with the kids.
But some neighborhood lady saw what I was
doing, and she yelled at me from her front porch.
It was Mrs. Irvine, who is friends with Rowley’s
mom She must have thought I was Rowley,
because I was borrowing his coat. And I wasn’t-
about to correct her, either.
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I forgot about the whole incident until today.
Anyway, Mr. Winsky told Rowley he’s going to
have to apologize to the kindergartners tomorrow
morning, and that he’s suspended from Patrols
for a week.
I knew I should probably just tell Mr. Winsky it
was me who chased the kids with the worms. But
I wasn’t ready to set the record straight just
yet. I knew if I confessed, I’d lose my hot
chocolate privileges. And that right there was
enough to make me keep quiet for the time being.
At dinner tonight, Mom could tell something
was bothering me, so she came up to my room
afterward to talk.
I told her I was in a tough situation, and I
didn’t know what to do.
I got to give Mom credit for how she handled
it. She didn’t try to pry and get all the details.
All she said was that I should try to do the
“right thing,” because it’s our choices that make
us who we are.
I figure that’s pretty decent advice. But I’m still
not 100% sure what I’m going to do tomorrow.
Well, I was up all night tossing and turning
over this Rowley situation, but I finally made
up my mind. I decided the right thing to do
was to just let Rowley take one for the team
this time around.
I'M SORRY I
On the way home from school, I came clean with
Rowley and told him the whole truth about what
happened, and how it was me who chased the
kids with the worms.
Then I told him there were lessons we could
both learn from this. I told him I learned to be
more careful about what I do in front of Mrs.
Irvine’s house, and that he learned a valuable
lesson, too, which is this: Be careful about who
you lend your coat to.
/IGUESS THIS HAS
BEEN A LEARNING
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To be honest with you, my message didn’t seem
to be getting through to Rowley.
We were supposed to hang out after school
today, but he said he was just going to go home
and take a nap.
I couldn’t really blame him Because if I didn’t
have my hot chocolate this morning, I wouldn’t
have had much energy, either.
When I got home, Mom was waiting for me at
the front door.
/DID YOU DO
( THE RIGHT
Mom took me out to get some ice cream as a special
treat. And what this whole episode has taught me
is that every once in a while, it’s not such a bad
idea to listen to your mother.
There was another announcement on the loudspeaker
today, and to be honest with you, I kind of
figured this one was coming
I knew it was just a matter of time before I
got busted for what happened last week.
When I got to Mr. Winsky’s office, he was
really mad. Mr. Winsky told me that an
“anonymous source” had informed him that I
was the real culprit in the worm-chasing incident.
Then he told me I was relieved of my Safety
Patrol duties “effective immediately.”
Well, it doesn’t take a detective to figure out
that the anonymous source was Rowley.
I can’t believe Rowley went and backstabbed
me like that. While I was sitting there getting
chewed out by Mr. Winsky, I was thinking, I
need to remember to give my friend a lecture
Later on today, Rowley got reinstated as a Patrol.
And get this: He actually got a Promotion.
Mr. Winsky said Rowley had “exhibited dignity
under false suspicion.”
I thought about really letting Rowley have it
for ratting me out like that, but then I
In June, all the officers in the Safety Patrols
go on a trip to Six Flags, and they get to take
along one friend. I need to make sure Rowley
knows I’m his guy.
Like I said before, the worst part of getting
kicked off Safety Patrols is losing your hot
Every morning, I go to the back door of the
cafeteria so Rowley can hook me up.
But either my friend has gone deaf or he’s too
busy kissing the other officers’ butts to notice me
In fact, now that I think of it, Rowley has been
totally giving me the cold shoulder lately. And
that’s really lame, because if I recall correctly,
He’s the one that sold me out.
Even though Rowley has been a total jerk lately,
I tried to break the ice with him today, anyway.
But even that didn’t seem to work.
Ever since the worm incident, Rowley has been
hanging out with Collin Lee every day after school.
What really stinks is that Collin is supposed to
be my backup friend.
Those guys are acting totally ridiculous. Today,
Rowley and Collin were wearing these matching
T-shirts, and it made me just about want to vomit.
After dinner tonight, I saw Rowley and Collin
walking up the hill together, chumming it up.
Collin had his overnight bag, so I knew they
were going to do a sleepover at Rowley’s.
And I thought, Well, two can play at tHAt
game. The best way to get back at Rowley was
to get a new best friend of my own. But
unfortunately, the only person who came to mind
right at that moment was Fregley.
I went up to Fregley’ s with my overnight bag so
Rowley could see I had other friend options, too.
When I got there, Fregley was in his front
yard stabbing a kite with a stick. That’s when
I started to think maybe this wasn’t the best
idea after alL
But Rowley was in his front yard, and he was
watching me. So I knew there was no turningback.
I invited myself into Fregley’s house. His mom said
she was excited to see Fregley with a “playmate,”
which was a term I was not too enthusiastic about.
Me and Fregley went upstairs to his room.
Fregley tried to get me to play Twister with
him, so I made sure I stayed ten feet away
from him at all times
I decided that I should just pull the plug on
this stupid idea and go home. But every time I
looked out the window, Rowley and Collin were
still in Rowley’s front yard.
I didn’ t want to leave until those guys went back
inside. But things started to get out of hand with
Fregley pretty quickly When I was looking out the
window, Fregley broke into my backpack and ate the
whole bag of j elly beans I had in there.
Fregley’ s one of these kids who’s not supposed
to eat any sugar, so two minutes later, he was
bouncing off the walls.
Fregley started acting like a total maniac, and
he chased me all around his upstairs.
I kept thinking he was going to come down off
of his sugar high, but he didn’t. Eventually, I
locked myself in his bathroom to wait him out.
Around 11:30, it got quiet out in the hallway.
That’s when Fregley slipped a piece of paper
under the door.
I picked it up and read it.
XVn very sorry X
chased you Wi+h a
booder 0 n rny flower.
fdere, X P 0 ^ i+ on
This paper So you
can ge+ rne back.
That’s the last thing I remember before I
I came to my senses a few hours later. After I
woke up, I cracked the door open, and I heard
snoring coming from Fregley’s room. So I decided
to make a run for it.
Mom and Dad were not happy with me for getting
them out of bed at 2:00 in the morning. But by
that point, I could really care less.
Well, me and Rowley have officially been ex-friends
for about a month now, and to be honest with
you. I’m better off without him
I’m glad I can just do whatever I want without
having to worry about carrying all that dead
Lately I’ve been hanging out in Rodrick’s room
after school and going through his stuff. The other
day, I found one of his middle school yearbooks.
Rodrick wrote on everybody’s picture in his
yearbook, so you can tell how he felt about all
the kids in his grade.
Every once ina while, I see Rodrick’s old classmates
around town. And I have to remember to thank
Rodrick for making church a lot more interesting.
But the page in Rodrick’s yearbook that’s
really interesting is the Class Favorites page.
That’s where they put pictures of the kids who
get voted Most Popular and Most Talented and
Rodrick wrote on his Class Favorites page, too.
MOST LIKELY TO SUCCEED
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Bill Watson Kathy Nguyen
You know, this Class Favorites thing has really
got my gears turning.
If you can get yourself voted onto the Class
Favorites page, you’re practically an immor tal.
Even if you don’t live up to what you got
picked for, it doesn’t really matter, because it’s
on permanent record.
People still treat Bill Watson like he’s something
special, even though he ended up dropping out of
We still run into him at the Food Barn every
once in a while.
So here’s what I’m thinking: This school year
has been kind of a bust, but if I can get voted
as a Class Favorite, I’ll go out on a high note.
I’ve been trying to think of a category I have
a shot at. Most Popular and Most Athletic are
definitely out, so I’m going to have to find
something that’s a little bit more in reach.
At first I thought maybe I should wear really
nice clothes for the rest of the year so I can
get Best Dressed.
But that would mean I would have to get my
picture taken with Jenna Stewart, and she
dresses like a Pilgrim
Last night I was lying in bed, and it hit me: I
should go for Class Clown.
It’s not like I’m known for being real funny at
school or anything, but if I can pull off one big
prank right before voting, that could do it.
— X 7 -
Today I was trying to figure out how I was
going to sneak a thumbtack onto Mr. Worth’s
chair in History when he said something that
made me rethink my plan.
Mr. Worth told us he has a dentist’s appointment
tomorrow, so we’re going to have a substitute.
Subs are like comic gold. You can say just about
anything you want, and you can’t get in trouble.
( WILL YOU PLEASE ]
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V (your MAMA?)
I walked into my History class today, ready
to execute my plan. But when I got to the
door, guess who the substitute teacher was?
Of all the people in the world to be our sub
today, it was Mom I thought Mom’s days of
getting involved at my school were over.
She used to be one of those parents who came
in to help out in the classroom. But that all
changed after Mom volunteered to be a
chaperone for our field trip to the zoo when
I was in third grade.
Mom had prepared all sorts of material to help us
kids appreciate the different exhibits, but all
anyone wanted to do was watch the animals go
to the bathroom.
Anyway, Mom totally foiled my plan to win Class
Clown. I’m just lucky there’s not a category
called Biggest Mama’s Boy, because after today,
I’d win that one in a landslide.
The school paper came out again today. I quit
my job as school cartoonist after “Creighton the
Curious Student” came out, and I didn’t really
care who they picked to replace me.
But everyone was laughing at the comics page at
lunch, so I picked up a copy to see what was so
funny. And when I opened it up, I couldn’t
believe my eyes.
It was “Zoo- Wee Mama.” And of course Mr. Ira
didn’t change a single word of Rowley’s strip.
Zoo- Wee Mama
lady do you
wan+ +° 3°
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by Rowley Jefferson
I am no -V a
lady J am j u S+
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v/i+h long hair
SO no -thanks
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So now Rowley’s getting all the fame that was
supposed to be mine.
Even the teachers are kissing Rowley’s butt. I
almost lost my lunch when Mr. Worth dropped his
chalk in History class —
This “Zoo-Wee Mama” thing has really got me
worked up. Rowley is getting all the credit for a
comic that we came up with together. I figured
the least he could do was put my name on the
strip as the co-creator.
So I went up to Rowley after school and told
him that’s what he was gonna have to do. But
Rowley said “Zoo- Wee Mama” was all His idea
and that I didn’t have anything to do with it.
I guess we must’ve been talking pretty loud,
because the next thing you knew, we attracted
( FIGHT? FIGHTS
V" FIGHT? J
— T"— y
The kids at my school are AlWAys itching to
see a fight. Me and Rowley tried to walk away,
but those guys weren’t going to let us go until
they saw us throw some punches.
I’ve never been in a real fight before, so I didn’t
know how I was supposed to stand or hold my
fists or anything. And you could tell Rowley
didn’t know what he was doing either, because he
just started prancing around like a leprechaun.
I was pretty sure I could take Rowley in a
fight, but the thing that made me nervous was
the fact that Rowley takes karate. I don’t know
what kind of hocus-pocus they teach in Rowley’s
karate classes, but the last thing I needed was
for him to lay me out right there on the blacktop.
Before me or Rowley made a move, there was a
screeching sound in the school parking lot. A
bunch of teenagers had stopped their pickup
truck, and they started piling out.
I was just happy that everyone’s attention was
on the teenagers instead of me and Rowley. But
all the other kids took off when the teenagers
started heading our way.
And then I realized that these teenagers
looked awfully familiar.
That’s when it hit me. These were the same
guys who chased me and Rowley around on
Halloween night, and they had finally caught up
But before we could make a run for it, we had our
arms pinned behind our backs.
Those guys wanted to teach us a lesson for_
taunting them on Halloween night, and they
started arguing over what they should do with us.
But to be honest with you, I was more concerned
about something else. The Cheese was only a few
feet from where we were standing on the blacktop,
and it was looking nastier than ever.
The big teenager must have caught my eye,
because the next thing I knew, he was looking
at the Cheese, too. And I guess that gave him
the idea he was looking for.
Rowley got singled out first. The big kid grabbed
Rowley and dragged him over to the Cheese.
Now, I don’t want to say exactly what happened
next. Because if Rowley ever tries to run for
President and someone finds out what these guys
made him do, he won’t have a chance.
So I’ll put it to you this way: They made Rowley
I knew they were gonna make me do it, too. I
started to panic, because I knew I wasn’t going
to be able to fight my way out of this situation.
So I did some fast talking instead.
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And believe it or not, it actually worked.
I guess the teenagers were satisfied they had
made their point, because after they made
Rowley finish off the rest of the Cheese, they
let us go. They got back in their truck and
took off down the road.
Me and Rowley walked home together. But neither
one of us really said anything on the way back.
I thought about mentioning to Rowley that
maybe he could have pulled out a couple of his
karate moves back there, but something told me
to hold off on that thought for right now.
At school today, the teachers let us outside
It took about five seconds for someone to
realize the Cheese was missing from its spot on
Cheese used to be. Nobody could believe it was
People started coming up with these crazy theories
about what happened to it. Somebody said that
maybe the Cheese grew legs and walked away.
It took all my self-control to keep my mouth
shut. And if Rowley wasn’t standing right
there, I honestly don’t know if I could have
A couple of the guys who were arguing over what
happened to the Cheese were the same ones who
were egging me and Rowley on yesterday afternoon.
So I knew it wasn’t going to be long before
someone put two and two together and figured out
that we must have had something to do with it.
Rowley was starting to panic, and I don’t
blame him, either. If the truth ever came out
about how the Cheese disappeared, Rowley would
be finished. He’d have to move out of the state,
and maybe even the country.
That’s when I decided to speak up.
I told everyone that I knew what happened to
the Cheese. I said I was sick of it being on the
blacktop, and I just decided to get rid of it once
and for all.
For a second there, everyone just froze. I
thought people were going to start thanking me
for what I did, but boy, was I wrong.
I really wish I had worded my story a little
differently. Because if I threw away the Cheese,
guess what that meant? It meant that I have
the Cheese Touch.
Well, if Rowley appreciated what I did for him
last week, he hasn’t said it. But we’ve started
hanging out after school again, so I guess that
means me and him are back to normal.
I can honestly say that so far, having the
Cheese Touch hasn’t been all that bad.
It got me out of doing the Square Dance unit
in Phys Ed, because no one would partner up
with me. And I’ve had the whole lunch table to
myself every day.
Today was the last day of school, and they
handed out yearbooks after eighth period.
I flipped to the Class Favorites page, and
here’s the picture that was waiting for me.
All I can say is, if anyone wants a free yearbook,
they can dig one out of the trash can in the
back of the cafeteria.
You know, Rowley can have Class Clown for all I
care. But if he ever gets too big for his britches,
I’ 1 jiist remind him that he was the guy who ate
There are many people who helped bring this book to life,
but four individuals deserve special thanks:
Abrams editor Charlie Kochman, whose advocacy for Diary
of a Wimpy Kid has been beyond what I could have hoped
for. Any writer would be lucky to have Charlie as an editor.
Jess Brallier, who understands the power and potential of
online publishing, and helped Greg Heffley reach the masses
for the first time. Thanks especially for your friendship and
Patrick, who was instrumental in helping me improve this
book, and who wasn't afraid to tell me when a joke stunk.
My wife, Julie, without whose incredible support this book
would not have become a reality.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Jeff Kinney is an online game developer and designer, and a
# 1 New York Times bestselling author. In 2009, Jeff was
named one of Time magazines TOO Most Influential People
in the World. He spent his childhood in the Washington,
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