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small.”
    We stood there for a few moments trying to figure it out. Then BB snapped his fingers and adjusted his big glasses. He looked like a scientist who had just made a new discovery.
    â€œYou guys haven’t gotten bigger or smaller. You’re probably just wearing each other’s—”
    Then it hit us all at the same time. “Underwear!” we all shouted. “Ooh, gross!”
    â€œNo way!” Graham said. “I’m sure I didn’t put on your underwear.”
    â€œMe neither!” Tiny cried.
    Then Graham had an idea. “My mom wrote my name on mine. Check your tag.”
    Tiny could barely move. “They’re so tight I don’t think I can stretch them to see. But check yours. My mom did the same thing.”
    Graham pulled the back of the underwear around to the front without even stretching it. “It says TINY,” Graham read in a horrified voice. “Oh gross, I’m wearing your underwear!”
    Tiny grabbed a new pair of underpants from his bag and ran toward the door. “I’ll meet you guys at the mess hall,” he called out. He couldn’t run very well in Graham’s tight underwear. He looked like an enormous penguin trying to jog.
    â€œMe too,” Graham yelled, following Tiny. The back of his underwear where he had pulled it around was hanging out of his pants.
    BB and I stood there laughing our heads off. Then at the same time we both looked at each other and stopped laughing. We must have had the same thought, because we both reached for the back of our underwear and twisted our necks around. We let out sighs of relief as we read our own names.
    Graham and Tiny made it to the dining hall just as dinner started. They looked happier and much more comfortable. Dinner was spaghetti, applesauce, and salad. On the way to our table we passed by David and his patrol.
    â€œHey, it’s the Geek Patrol,” David called out. The rest of his table laughed. David had always been mean to me and Graham, but I didn’t think his whole table would join in. I looked at Tiny, BB, and Graham. I wondered if we did seem a little geeky. I mean, even though Tiny was a big guy, he didn’t look scary. Some kids look huge and tough. Tiny just looked huge and happy. You could tell just from looking at him that he would never hurt a fly. Then there was BB and his bugs, and Graham with his messy, curly red hair and his crooked glasses. I looked down at my clothes, which were hand-me-downs from my cousin Norman. I hated to admit it, but maybe we did look like geeks.
    â€œHow are those underpants fitting?” David yelled out. His entire table busted up.
    â€œThat was you?” Graham exploded.
    â€œWhat’s the matter?” David smirked. “Can’t you read your own name on the tag?” I wanted to go tell Toad, who was in the front of the room talking to Fuzzy. But there was one thing I knew for sure: tattlers were never popular or cool. If we were going to be popular, we would have to try something else. Finally, we made our way to our table. Fortunately, it was far away from David’s.
    â€œThis is going to be tougher than I thought,” Graham said. “How can we convince everyone we’re really cool when David’s announcing that we’re geeks?”
    â€œI was just thinking the same thing. I can’t believe that he switched your underwear. He must have done it when we were showering,” I said. “What I wouldn’t give to really get that guy.”
    â€œYeah, me too,” Graham agreed.
    â€œMe three,” Tiny said. Graham and I both looked at him. It seemed like such an un-Tiny thing to say. Tiny was usually so happy.
    â€œHey, nobody messes with my underpants,” Tiny said.
    â€œYou know what? You’re right,” Graham announced. “Two can play that game. If he wants to pull pranks on us, he had better be prepared to get some pranks pulled on him