Authors: Andy Griffiths
âNo,' said Clive. âThat you said I don't know anything.'
âI didn't say that,' said Jack. âI just said that vampires, not bats, sleep in coffins.'
âCan you stop talking about bats and vampires?' said my friend Jenny Friendly. âNewton's getting scared.'
Jenny was right. Our friend Newton Hooton's eyes were wide as he clutched his lucky rabbit's foot and shook visibly.
âYou don't have to be scared of bats, Newton,' said Mr Brainfright. âOr vampires, for that matter.'
âYes, he does,' said Jenny. âNewton's scared of everything.'
This was true. Newton
was
scared of everything. He was even scared of being scared. That's how scared he was.
âOh yes,' said Mr Brainfright. âSorry, I forgot.'
âCan we do maths now?' said Fiona.
The rest of the class groaned.
âCertainly not!' said Mr Brainfright.
Everybody cheered. Everybody, that is, except Fiona.
âBut it's Monday morning!' said Fiona. âWe always study maths on Monday morning!'
âCorrection,' said Mr Brainfright. âYou always
used
to study maths on Monday morning. But
today I've got something
much
more important to teach you than maths.'
âWhat could be more important than maths?' said Fiona.
âMagic tricks!' said Mr Brainfright.
The class cheered again.
âI
love
magic tricks!' said Jack.
âMe too!' boomed Gretel Armstrong. She had a very powerful voice. She also had very strong arms. In fact, she was the strongest girl in the school.
âMe three!' I said.
âExcellent!' said Mr Brainfright, beaming as he produced a long black magic wand from inside his purple jacket. âI thought we'd start with the vanishing pencil trick. Knowing how to make a pencil vanish is a very important life skill.'
I didn't know how true his words were then. But I do now.
Knowing how to make a pencil vanish is a very important life skill.
We all leaned forward to watch Mr Brainfright make a pencil vanish.
âThe most important thing to know about making a pencil vanish,' said Mr Brainfright, frowning and patting his coat pockets, âis to make sure you have a pencil
to
vanish. I seem to have vanished all of mine. Does anybody have a pencil that I could borrow?'
âWill we get it back?' asked David Worthy, our class captain.
âI hope so,' said Mr Brainfright. âBut I can't absolutely guarantee it, of course. I'm going to be using a very powerful spell.'
âYou can have mine!' I said, opening my pencil case and pulling out the pencil that Mr Greenbeard, our school principal, had given me as a reward for finding his buried treasure. It was green with black stripes and had a little white eraser in the
shape of a skull. The truth was, I didn't like it very much, but I couldn't say why. Maybe it had something to do with the way the eyes of the skull eraser seemed to stare at me.
âThank you, Henry,' said Mr Brainfright, taking the pencil from my hand. âEverybody ready?'
We all nodded.
Fiona was scribbling notes.
Newton was looking scared.
Mr Brainfright tapped the pencil with his wand. âAbracadabra,' he said, âmake this pencil disappear!' Then he tapped the pencil again and, I swear, it completely disappeared. âVoila!' said Mr Brainfright, looking as surprised as everybody else.
We all burst into applause.
âThat's how you make a pencil vanish!' he said proudly.
âCan you make it come back again?' said Clive.
âBut of course!' said Mr Brainfright. âWell, I think I can. Stand back everyone.' He raised his wand. âAbracadabra, make the pencil reappear!'
He tapped the wand on the table. Once, twice, a third time, and then . . .Â
KAPOW!
Pencil shavings exploded out of the end of Mr Brainfright's wand directly into his face!
Pencil dust filled the air.
Some of the students who sat in the front
row were coughing and gasping for breath, but no one was coughing or gasping more than Mr Brainfright. His face was turning bright red again, only this time it was brighter and redder than when he'd been hanging upside down. He clutched his throat with both hands, staggered backwards across the classroom, and then . . . fell out the window.
We all stared at each other in shock.
Then, thinking that it was all part of the show, the class burst into applause again.
But I didn't. I knew something was wrong.
I rushed to the window and looked down.
Mr Brainfright was lying on his back. Still clutching his throat. Still choking.
I didn't hesitate.
I jumped out the window and landed next to him in the flowerbed.
Fortunately, the flowerbed was nice and soft, as it had recently been dug up.
For once I didn't have to worry about Mr Spade, the gardener, getting mad. Mr Spade was on stress leave after having to fill in all the holes that had been created a few weeks ago when the whole school had been looking for buried treasure.
But even if I didn't have to worry about Mr Spade, I
did
have to worry about Mr Brainfright.
He was choking to death!
He staggered to his feet and stared at me, his eyes pleading for help.
Luckily, just the week before in class, he'd taught us the âHeimlich' manoeuvre, guaranteed to dislodge foreign material from throats. Don't ask me why he was teaching us that, but I was suddenly very glad that he had.
Without thinking I jumped up, grabbed Mr Brainfright from behind and gave him a violent hug.
He coughed loudly, and then, incredibly, my pencilânow whole againâflew out of his mouth!
There was another round of applause.
I looked up to see the whole of 5B hanging out the window, giving Mr Brainfright's amazing trick a standing ovation.
Mr Brainfright was frowning. âI think they think I did it on purpose,' he said, âbut I didn't. That wasn't supposed to happen.'
At lunchtime, Jack, Jenny, Gretel, Newton and I were sitting out in the yard underneath the trees next to the basketball court.
Jack was picking gherkins out of his sandwich and flicking them onto the grass.
Newton's face was white. He was trembling.
âJack,' said Jenny, âcan you not do that? You're scaring Newton.'
âHuh?' said Jack. âHow?'
âHe's scared of gherkins,' Jenny reminded him.
Newton nodded.
âSorry, Newton,' said Jack, closing his sandwich. âI forgot. I'm not too keen on them either.'
My sandwich was sitting beside me, but I didn't feel much like eating. I was still a bit shaken by the incident with Mr Brainfright.
I took the pencil out of my pocket and examined it carefully.
âI'll tell you what I don't like,' I said. âI don't like this pencil. There's something strange about it. Something . . . I don't know . . .Â
wrong
. It scares me.'
Jack laughed. âWhat a brave pair you are. Newton's scared of gherkins and you're scared of a pencil!'
âYou're not so brave yourself, Jack,' Gretel pointed out.
âYes I am,' said Jack. âI'm not scared of
anything
.'
Gretel laughed. âYeah, right.'
âName one thing!' said Jack.
âFred Durkin,' Gretel replied, referring to Clive's big bully of a brother.
âFred Durkin?' snorted Jack. âFred Durkin's about as scary as a gherkin. Or a pencil, for that matter. I'm not scared of him.'
âOh, really?' said Gretel.
âReally,' said Jack.
âWell, you're about to get your chance to prove it.' Gretel pointed to the other side of the basketball courts. âBecause here he comes!'
Gretel was right. Fred Durkin was heading straight for us, followed by Clive, who was running to keep up with him.
The blood drained from Jack's face.
âYou want me to handle them?' said Gretel, rolling up her sleeves.
âNo,' said Jack, chewing his lip. âI'll be fine.'
Fred crossed the basketball court.
As he did so, a ball hit him in the head.
I expected him to turn around and kill the poor kid who threw it, but he didn't. He didn't even blink. He just kept walking until he was standing right in front of Jack.
âThat's him there, Fred,' said Clive, pointing at Jack.
âI see him,' said Fred.
âIs there a problem?' said Jack politely.
âYes, there's a problem,' said Fred. âThere's
a
big
problem. You disrespected my brother, Japes.'
âNo I didn't,' said Jack.
âYes you did,' said Fred. âHe said you called him dumb.'
âI didn't!' said Jack.
âWell, he says that you said that he didn't know anything. So, as far as I'm concerned, that's as good as calling him dumb.'
âI didn't say he didn't know anything,' said Jack. âI asked him if he didn't. That's all.'
âSame thing!' said Clive.
âNo it's not,' said Jack. âThat's how dumb you are . . .' Jack suddenly realised what he'd just said. âOops.'
Fred stared at him for a long time without saying anything, then he smiled and shook his head. âYou know what, Japes?' he said. âLucky for you I'm in a good mood today. I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt. In fact, I'm in such a good mood, I'm going to play a little game with you. It's called Yes Means No and No Means Yes. Do you want to play?'
âNo,' said Jack, âthanks, butâ'
âGreat!' said Fred. âSo you want to play!'
âNo,' said Jack. âI said no!'
âBut no means yes!' said Fred. âThat's how we play the gameâI ask you a question, and
you have to answer yes or no. Okay? First question . . . hmm, let me see. Do you want me to punch you?'